Snippets

D got hold of Not the Messiah. Pure delight. Some of the more seriously pedantic serious music listeners make lack a sense of humor, but the performers have well honed ones. And Eric Idle has some serious musical chops. Had a huge crush on him, when he was on the Oscars once, when I was a kid. He sported a beard, tuxedo, and red high top sneakers. That crush has never completed faded. D understands.


Had The Sun Whose Rays are All Ablaze going through my head, because of Dale. Which also makes me want to see Topsy Turvy again.



And Rose Marie for reasons I can't explain.

Maybe that eleven hour day with hair metal on, all day, which left me with a headache, but no ear worms. Musical equivalent of draino. Left with the deep melodies.

Woke to Moby cuddled up to my hip. Eleanor had to sit beside me as I had tea and cereal. Later, I'll clean up where somebody peed on the mudroom floor right next to the litterboxes, and the bathtub as well. Ah, well, easy to clean, part of the deal.

Summer has broken, a few stray hours of heat still scattered about. Off to throw painting clothes on, do the rest of the scraping, a bit of caulking, and with luck, get a little actual paint up there. Also got some brick sealant, spray on. Guy at Ace warned us it would look white and foamy, but not to worry. I asked if it would look like Fuzzy Wuzzy soap.

"Yeah, like that. I remember that. How old are you?" He stopped and tried to backtrack on that last bit, realizing that asking a woman over age 20 how old she was might not be appropriate. But by then I'd already said, "51."

We both remembered the toys inside, he said he'd gotten a little plastic bullet. SO couldn't do that today, probably for the best, really. I seem to remember a whistle. I loved those strange little soaps. No one worried about me swallowing a small toy. I put a pebble up my nose, once, wound up in the ER, but it was my brother that got me laughing enough to blow it out. I was perhaps 3 or 4.