Friday I mentioned that the line "and I think it's gonna rain today" came from the song Sunny Goodge Street. Well, I was wrong. "I Think It's Going To Rain Today" is the NAME of the song I was hearing in my head but both songs are sung by Judy Collins and were on the same album. See - too many connections.
Without further ado, the beautiful Judy Collins singing for you on a Sunday morning.
My husband has spent the last 3 days in the backwoods of Northern Virginia. Thursday, with a only a very short break for lunch, the team sped off to the nearest food place. It turned out to be a place called "Cici's", which, I am told, is an all-you-can eat pizza buffet. Once there my husband spied "macaroni and cheese" pizza - OMG! what the hell kind of abomination is that? Since he loves macaroni and cheese he had to try it. It was, in the opinion of this nice Boston Irish boy, awful. As a matter of fact, all the pizza there was pretty much awful. Thank you Lord, I have taught him right.
I do not eat from a buffet - Ever. Anywhere. Yeah, Yeah, I know all about the people in the kitchen sneezing on the food but I don't actually see it. Buffet food just sits there, been cooked somewhere else and now sits over a small warming candle or under a heat lamp. Being picked over, pushed around, poked at, sneezed on, coughed on by any number of "who-knows-how-contagious" people. Ewww!
All you can eat pizza? Just buy a whole pie, freshly made, eat what you can, take the rest home.
Macaroni and cheese on a pizza? Nooooo! Sorry. Not happening. I grant you pizza is just bread with "stuff" on top but there are limits. AND THAT IS THE LIMIT.
Meaning do you ever follow your meandering thoughts? You know when something reminds you of something which reminds you of something which ...and none of the somethings have anything to do with the previous something?
Por ejemplo, the title of this post. I was thinking about how one thing reminds me of another and voila, follow the yellow brick road. Makes sense, right? Then there was this blog post title "I'll Have a Blue Picnic Without You" which of course should remind you of the song I'll Have a Blue Christmas Without You, which did pass fleetingly through my mind but I wound up with a line from another song (Sunny Goodge Street) "and I think it's gonna rain today". And that line immediately reminds me of Edie Brickell and A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall, a song I DETEST. Which somehow brings me to Dylan's Ballad of Hollis Brown, another song I cannot bear to hear. Now there is a connection between the last two songs because Dylan wrote both of them, and all the songs are about rain, more or less. Well I guess I just refuted my original thesis, which is what happens when you write on the fly.
I have a post I wrote several days ago just sitting on my desktop. I'll probably never use it. I have polished it and edited it and it was a topic that was on my mind for some days but you know, it's a tad depressing. Or maybe just serious. And after I took out all the personal references, well, hell the NYT recently had a column on the very same topic: theirs is better. Anything that sits too long gets dragged to the trash bin.
Speaking of which, I write the way I talk so my sentences become paragraphs and I never know when to use a colon or a semicolon or just start a brand new sentence. If memory serves me right a colon precedes a list and a semicolon precedes a phrase that can stand alone. Grammar was/is not one of my strong points, which is why I started out as an English LIT major rather than an English major. Yet I am very clear on where adjectives and adverbs go - I hate when people mess that up. Remember my story about my father and "a glass of cold water vs. a cold glass of water"?. My father was a smart ass so you see that Skip and I come by that trait honestly.
Okay, that was a lot of yellow brick roading LOL
And last, but not least, for those of you who would like to make a photo jigsaw puzzle, you can find the app here. It will let you email the puzzle or give you the code to put it on a web site, blog whatever. Have Fun!
have the attention span of a two-year old, right? Stuff that has been bip-bopping around my head...
Each time I cook something and then have to clean up I get all giggly about those stainless steel pots and pans I bought some months back. They are such a pleasure to cook with and so easy to clean. Yes, they make me giggle.
And then there is the dishwasher. I use as many utensils and dishes as I want. I don't give it a second thought 'cause I got me a dishwasher. Never had one before, never again want to be without one. I love me my dishwasher.
Saw this commercial for some fast food place called "Sonic" and they were touting their roller skating car hops. Well, dontcha' know that just brought back happy memories. In the 1950's there wasn't much in the way of "fast food" but what we did have was "White Castle". For a treat my Daddy would drive to the White Castle (which wasn't all that far away; I walked past it every day on my way to school), park, roll down the car window and a girl would roller skate on up to the car and attach that little tray to the door and we would order belly bombers and orange crush soda. It was a real treat and a big deal. If memory serves me right my Daddy favored Pontiacs; I vividly remember that hood ornament.
It dawned on me last night that I would actually have to leave the house today, you know, go outside. I haven't left the house since I got back from Virginia last Thursday. There is just no reason to go out. I don't know whether that's good or bad. It just is the way it is.
As I'm writing this I am saying the words in my head with a southern accent. Now the folks in Alexandria don't actually have southern accents unless they're from somewhere else but I have always loved a southern accent. I particularly like Texas accents and simply can not learn to mimic them. And politics aside, I do like Texas men, every one I ever met was just too charming for words. Especially the tall ones with blue eyes - excuse me while I meander down memory lane here.
I think I'll just wrap this up now, can't quite get my mind off those tall Texas men...Sometimes the good old days really were. Good. Even great. Tall. Blue eyes. Texas accent...
You will have to pardon me but here is the other part of "Dinner with Mr. Gaw-juss". It does run on a bit but I just couldn't shut the camera off. Remember he is just 13 months old in this video. This may be the last of Mr. Gaw-juss for a while. It seems his parents don't have any internet access out there on the edge of a National Preserve in New Mexico. Oh dear!
“What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal.” ~Albert Pine~
That reminded me of this
as well as this
