Once The Quarantines Are Over, Make Sure To Find A Music Store (i.e., One You Can Visit) Or Attend A

Watching life go by

My thoughts written down as I continue watching... The first time I teared up watching the patriotic documentary was when you got the call from a nice lady who gave you bad news. (I won’t tell you how many times tears were shed after the call lest I be compared with John Boehner.) I did sing along, but I’m also taking my morning medicinal toke before breakfast, which may or may not be eggs, so my voice is weak. (I plan a gym visit later today after it cleans out.)And now I’m pausing the documentary because I want to take it all in and post my thoughts online like a good little millennial (even though I’m taller than most millennials and I’m actually Generation X. Can you tell that I’ve heard many a Baptist preacher – and have adapted their tendency to drone on and on and on? 

I’m eager to let you experience the other side of it all, where it’s OK not to be perfect but neither of us has to like being imperfect. As a kid I would throw temper tantrums when I couldn’t get something just “perfect.” When the lines weren’t straight enough in the fictional Southern city I was drawing, I went to the office supply store and bought a ruler. Straight, clean lines are the best. To this day I prefer writing with pencils because you can erase it cleanly.

I insert my foot in my mouth even faster than my brother Peter could ever think about doing. It’s a gift and a curse. It helps, though, when you just see your previous words in the context of a new truth: cancer. The next time I teared up in the documentary was when I heard your mom has cancer. That’s a truth that hits me hard, too. I’m surviving it so far, but it makes me long to wander the wonders of life. Preferably with a few hippies and someone to love. Someone who doesn’t mind being the “good” one, since we all know I’m the bad kid. (My brother compares me to Macaulay Culkin in “The Good Son.” He’s one to talk! (Hello, pot. This is kettle. …) It's hard to turn the other cheek, especially when you know you’re in the right (or at least not in the wrong), but that’s what we have to remember to do. As Sheldon Cooper likes to remind us on perpetual reruns, haters gon’ hate. Players gon’ play. And the best woman will win every time. 

***I’ll probably clean up most of my social media feeds today. I need to get more real instead of live in the clouds, and we all know that tweeting one’s stream-of-consciousness does not suit anyone. Ever. For myself, sometimes I like to put out my raw thoughts to test the waters. But the hit hurts every time. And for the record, boots hurt like hell.

Prayers, por favor

BIG meeting for me this afternoon. I’m meeting with a team about publishing my novel series. I released the first one on Amazon without advertising and a novice cover (a photo I took on a trip to Italy). I’m totally unprepared (as I left all of my stuff at my home in Florida), but my biggest worry is that my father “forgets” to shower before the meeting! Ladies, PLEASE make sure you teach your children that two showers/baths a week does not mean CLEAN! 

Sounds like I need some new shoes

I’ll admit it; I’m a bit scared. But I spend all day thinking about the same person, so I need to follow my heart. I do feel like I’m having to choose between my brother and the woman I’ve fallen in love with, but if you ask me, He wanted me to feel the uncertainty that everyone else feels. … My mixes showcase what I’m really thinking -- unfiltered, because it’s like I have competing voices in my head. The melancholy usually wins out, but music helps restore my faith and hope and has led me to love. I keep wanting to “be the man” and just ask the question that you know I want to ask, but I’m honestly trying to avoid becoming King David, because I have a cousin named David and I once called him a “bitch” in front of my grandmother, and I really would prefer not reliving that moment. That was the day my grandmother’s car was struck by lightning (no lie). It scared the hell out of me but gave me a fright that I can remember and laugh about now. … And now you can laugh with me.

Any requests?

Starting on my new playlist on Day 2 of my cabin fever. Thankfully, I don’t have people. I pray for all those affected by the #coronavirus -- especially the parents who are trying to juggle work and kids!

Cat buzz words

There are certain words that drive my cat mad. One such word is “transition.” Another is “lizard,” which can make my cat chirp if she gets interested enough. Her favorite thing, however, seems to be listening to financial news. Her ears perk up every time they have a live guest.

Mesmerized

Yellow looks bad on men. Some women make the colour soar. Only one reminds me of the summers of my youth, when the only worry was how to pay for an afternoon treat. When I would lie in the emerald grass and watch the clouds roll through...

#HappyChristmas!

Posting Friday night, this one is dedicated to all those who seek peace.

Baseball is back, so you’re getting an early mix!