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Monthly Archives: January 2020
I know I write about death a lot. It’s on my mind. I’m all the time having to go to the funeral home. And that’s fine. I love a lot of people. That’s what you do if you’re brought up right. You go see them one last time. Sean Dietrich writes about his dad who died when he was 14 almost every day. It’s tiresome, but it’s what he knows. And his heart is obviously bleeding out right there on the screen. You don’t have to read it. I used to be terrified I would die at the happiest point of my life. Then I came to the realization that to do so would be the best way to go. I consistently wished on birthday candles and pennies in fountains that I would always be as happy as I was at that moment in time. That’s unrealistic. Of course we’re going to have highs and lows. I’ve had some doozies. But, as Shelby taught us in Steel Magnolias, “I’d rather have five minutes of wonderful than a lifetime of nothing special.” Yeah, I’ll buy some stock in that. You have to have darkness to appreciate the good times. We’re spoiled. We forget how good we’ve got it. Anyway. What I’m here to tell you is that…
Like, restaurant? Or locale? Or city? I don’t know, and it seems unfair to only list one, so I’ll do three. Place to eat: Aubrey’s. Good food, drinks, and atmosphere. I always have a good time, no matter what time of day or who I’m with. I used to frequent the one off Papermill nearly every Tuesday afternoon, meeting a friend for $2 pints. Eventually, I transitioned to the one at Strawberry Plains due to traffic and I was kind of outgrowing the bar scene. Now I have one in my worktown! Lunch spot!! The food is excellent, with emphasis on local meats and produce. The ambiance is warm and it the restaurant is clean. The waiters are attentive and friendly, the TVs are always set on something of interest (as if I actually watch them), and the bartenders have never let me go dry. They will even mix you up something special if you don’t see anything to your fancy on the menu or you’re feeling adventurous. Locale: I really like the Apple Barn. Especially now that they have a brewery. I always feel right at home. It’s so homey & cozy, and I’ve bought several decorative items in the barn. The best thing about the restaurant, besides the creaking, gleaming, burnished yellow pine floors, is the apple fritters. Gah. I can taste them now and my mouth is watering. There aren’…
#1) A song you like with a color in the title: Blue on Black Kenny Wayne Shepherd #2) A song you like with a number in the title: 9 to 5, Dolly Parton (clackety clackety clack clack clack) #3) A song that reminds you of summertime: Cruel Summer, Bananarama #4) A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about: Cheatin’, Sara Evans 🙂 #5) A song that needs to be played LOUD: Kryptonite, Three Doors Down #6) A song that makes you want to dance: Candyman, Christina Aquilera #7) A song to drive to: Nightrain, GNR #8) A song about drugs or alcohol (Aren’t they all?): Semi Charmed Life, Third Eye Blind…which I didn’t KNOW was a song about drugs until about ten years after the fact….so naive #9) A song that makes you happy: My Church Maren Morris #10) A song that makes you sad: I Can Still Make Cheyenne by George Strait #11) A song that you never get tired of: Wagonwheel, Old Crow Medicine Show #12) A song from your preteen years: Enter Sandman, Metallica #13) One of your favorite 80’s songs: No question. Billie Jean, by the King of Pop, Michael Jackson #14) A song that you would love played at your wedding: Long Legged Guitar Pickin’ Man….what? Did you expect something romantic? You know me but not at all #15) A song that is a cover by another artist…
I’m sorry I was lateI was taking pictures of the sunriseIt wasn’t that I meant to linger so longBut it was so beautiful It kind of took my breathAnd there was an incident With coffee spilledAnd it never failsWhen I’m short on time There’s someone out for a Sunday driveOn a Tuesday morningAt 7:30My apologies For not paying attentionBut I was watching the crowsAnd wondering what all the fuss was aboutMy mind constantly wandersAnd I compose poetryIn my headAbout beautyAnd graceBut most of all strength…and sometimes foodThere’s always loveI apologize for keeping you waitingBut I smudged my mascara When I sneezedAnd I want to appear perfectJust every now and thenI wish I could Make you understandWhy I want to drink you like waterAnd I just want you near all the timeBut until you feel that wayYou can never understandI think this has gone on long enoughGod pushes us togetherEvery time there’s a breakAnd you’ve noticed it, tooYou’ve driven me to distractionAt least a dozen times a dayI will you to keep me updatedOn all the little TinyInsignificant(To you)Things that make up your lifeNot because I’m boredBut I miss having a person To think aboutAnd pray for their happinessAnd I’m sorry I cry when I read this to youBut I can’t help itAnd there goes my mascara again…
I start these blogs and I never really know where I’m going. Or I do know where I’m going, but not how I’m going to get there. Did you know that Gone With the Wind was written backwards? True story. Mrs. Mitchell knew how she wanted it to end, but not how she was going to develop the plot to that outcome. So, like Margaret Mitchell, I don’t know how long this blog is going to be. I expect it to be one of my rare short ones, but you never know. As I type, I’m thinking about typing on the typewriter yesterday. I have to fill out 1099’s at my job. The government does not accept PDF fillable forms. I can mail this type to the producers, but I have to have one red copy to send to the IRS. And if I’m gonna do that, they’re attached to carbon copies, so why would I bother making separate ones on the computer? What I’m getting at is typing on a computer is far removed from the days of the typewriter. I will liken it to the days of film, versus the digital cameras we have today. You got one shot- don’t mess it up. You have to be perfect the first time, as soon as you mash the button. It’s permanent. You had to be sure. There…
