Music of the night
Buying bananas requires extra thought these days.
I like bananas, and not just because of their phallic nature. On their own, dripping with ice cream and choclolate sauce, or sliced and eaten between bread slathered with peanut butter...tasty. However, they can over ripen quickly. If purchased just pre-ripe, a bunch will last at least a little longer. But now that there is just one of me in this house eating them(I've tried to persuade the dogs, but they remain dubious), I try not to buy a large bunch. At first, I felt conspicuous, going through the checkout line with 2-3 bananas. When I'm picking over the bananas, I have to be really honest and ask myself just how many bananas I will personally eat. Compare to impersonally eating...
Ask yourself...when's the last time YOU were honest about bananas?
I need to hunt down a recipe for banana bread, frankly.
I've been in the dumps today. Shouldn't have been, really. So I'm re-charging with music. It's always...surprising to me what music does to me. It's almost as if I forget it's healing powers. And then I stop...sit, and listen. Suddenly finding myself laughing and crying in the same breath. By chance, I stumbled upon a song called "Born"...breath taking. And then found myself swept away and lost in the music I have just here on my laptop. When I take the time to sit upstairs and read, I'm again transported. Looking at my little shelf of CDs, it always seems I don't have THAT much in the way of CDs. Then discovering music I forgot I had. Instrumental, vocal, or both...often it's something that just sort of reaches out to me from the shelf. Compelling me...to listen, to move...to live.
I am teased a bit because of my obsession with Bob and Tom. 90% of the time, their guests are comedians. They do, however, get some wonderful, in-studio music guests. Sometimes just on the fringe of obscure, sometimes legends, and sometimes current. Often with a different take on their own hits, owed somewhat to scaling down of instruments. Last week, Shawn Mullins performed live. Two weeks ago, Ingrid Michaelson. Besides doing her hit, "The Way I Am", she did a STARTLING, hauntingly beautiful rendition of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow", accompanying herself on, of all things, a ukelele. I need to figure out how to isolate that and somehow post it here...it's...spellbinding.
I did an "emergency transport" today. Two dogs, from here to Iowa City. I'm now officially on the mailing list, instead of having them forwarded to me from Gretchen. I took a nap yesterday...having been awake until about 3 that morning, I was hurting - and awoke to an email from the Ride For Life coordinator. Two dogs, going from Sioux City to Iowa City. They had a ride to Des Moines, was anyone able to help with the rest of the trip? It was a no brainer for me, really. I was available, and can do the drive in my sleep. I replied and said I could do it...she was THRILLED! The dogs...so sweet. They weren't siblings, just two dogs. Close in age...and LOVED to play with each other. When the other driver(from Sioux City) and I were walking them, they played...and if we separated them, they would bark at each other until they were close enough to wrestle again. The one settled down in the car, but the other repeatedly jumped between the back seat and front seat. While in the back, he would wrestle a little with his friend. While in front, he alternated between trying to climb on my lap, tunnel under me or the seat, or licking my face. I dropped them off to a pet store in downtown Iowa City, then headed back.
Feeling unmotivated and flat since I got home.
But music seems to be filling me up again...
I like bananas, and not just because of their phallic nature. On their own, dripping with ice cream and choclolate sauce, or sliced and eaten between bread slathered with peanut butter...tasty. However, they can over ripen quickly. If purchased just pre-ripe, a bunch will last at least a little longer. But now that there is just one of me in this house eating them(I've tried to persuade the dogs, but they remain dubious), I try not to buy a large bunch. At first, I felt conspicuous, going through the checkout line with 2-3 bananas. When I'm picking over the bananas, I have to be really honest and ask myself just how many bananas I will personally eat. Compare to impersonally eating...
Ask yourself...when's the last time YOU were honest about bananas?
I need to hunt down a recipe for banana bread, frankly.
I've been in the dumps today. Shouldn't have been, really. So I'm re-charging with music. It's always...surprising to me what music does to me. It's almost as if I forget it's healing powers. And then I stop...sit, and listen. Suddenly finding myself laughing and crying in the same breath. By chance, I stumbled upon a song called "Born"...breath taking. And then found myself swept away and lost in the music I have just here on my laptop. When I take the time to sit upstairs and read, I'm again transported. Looking at my little shelf of CDs, it always seems I don't have THAT much in the way of CDs. Then discovering music I forgot I had. Instrumental, vocal, or both...often it's something that just sort of reaches out to me from the shelf. Compelling me...to listen, to move...to live.
I am teased a bit because of my obsession with Bob and Tom. 90% of the time, their guests are comedians. They do, however, get some wonderful, in-studio music guests. Sometimes just on the fringe of obscure, sometimes legends, and sometimes current. Often with a different take on their own hits, owed somewhat to scaling down of instruments. Last week, Shawn Mullins performed live. Two weeks ago, Ingrid Michaelson. Besides doing her hit, "The Way I Am", she did a STARTLING, hauntingly beautiful rendition of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow", accompanying herself on, of all things, a ukelele. I need to figure out how to isolate that and somehow post it here...it's...spellbinding.
I did an "emergency transport" today. Two dogs, from here to Iowa City. I'm now officially on the mailing list, instead of having them forwarded to me from Gretchen. I took a nap yesterday...having been awake until about 3 that morning, I was hurting - and awoke to an email from the Ride For Life coordinator. Two dogs, going from Sioux City to Iowa City. They had a ride to Des Moines, was anyone able to help with the rest of the trip? It was a no brainer for me, really. I was available, and can do the drive in my sleep. I replied and said I could do it...she was THRILLED! The dogs...so sweet. They weren't siblings, just two dogs. Close in age...and LOVED to play with each other. When the other driver(from Sioux City) and I were walking them, they played...and if we separated them, they would bark at each other until they were close enough to wrestle again. The one settled down in the car, but the other repeatedly jumped between the back seat and front seat. While in the back, he would wrestle a little with his friend. While in front, he alternated between trying to climb on my lap, tunnel under me or the seat, or licking my face. I dropped them off to a pet store in downtown Iowa City, then headed back.
Feeling unmotivated and flat since I got home.
But music seems to be filling me up again...