Just Another Scintilating Sunday

Asiatic Lily Bouquet, forced to listen to Satelite Radio and blooming madly anyway.

Asiatic Lily Bouquet, forced to listen to Satellite Radio and blooming madly anyway.

This morning as I was overloading my blender with mad cancer fighting ingredients (I say mad because if they’re fighting they ought to be mad) I wondered if it isn’t about time for me to make my peace with the satellite radio.  Normally I don’t appreciate it’s noise, and there are some days when I hate it.  Those are the days when I want everyone in the world to just shut up.  So if you are dropping over for coffee on one of those days, God help you.  But no worries, today I’m feeling pleasant and chatty.  And I am blogging this without wearing any make up. I feel like what I have to say is more important than how my face looks.  Although if you were actually here drinking coffee with me you might beg to differ.  Anyway, I know there are people out there who blog naked, so this is hardly big news, but it’s as close to blogging naked as I’m likely to get.

Okay, back to the sat radio.  W has it on all the time.  When I come home he is smart enough to turn it down.  If he doesn’t and I get to it first, it gets turned right off.  He also tries to find channels with the highest percentage chance of me being able to tolerate them.  I do try to be tolerant.  Especially of people who dearly love background noise.  And this morning I was thinking that because there’s a lot of channels, there should be at least one or two that not only won’t make my head ache but that I might also actually enjoy. Yeah, well, it’s Sunday, the weather is nice, I’m in a good mood.  Pigs could fly.  Let’s try some music from the 1940’s.  I’m not kidding.  They had weird music back then and I don’t mind listening to that.  I picked up the remote, pressed select, and tried to remember what combination of zeros and fours would get me there.

Suddenly there was a deep growling voice doing hip hop rap.  I don’t care if there isn’t any such thing, that’s clearly what it was.  He sounded like a mad muppet monster, only less intelligent.  So not exactly what I was expecting.  Eventually I found Count Bassie, a definite improvement.  I love jazz, swing, big band and piano blues.  Although in small doses rather than large.  Maybe I was born in the wrong era.  The radio is still playing but I’m in a different room and can’t really hear it.  But, hey, it’s still turned on.

Speaking of “hey”, I had a delightful conversation with a little boy at work yesterday.  He was about three, with ears that he hasn’t quite grown into.  He walked right up beside me in our lab.

Him:  HEY!

Me: Hey.

Him:  Hey!  What are you doing?

Me:  I’m cleaning a pair of glasses.

Him:  Hey!  What’s that white thing?

Me:  It’s an ultrasonic cleaner, sort of like a bath for glasses.

Him:  Hey!  That’s funny!  Haha!

Mom from the doorway:  Hey!  What are you doing?  Get out of there!

So hey, he had to leave.

Aren’t those Asiatic Lilies beautiful?  A gift from K and C last weekend.  I can’t believe how they’ve lasted.  My tiger lilies in the back yard are just starting to bloom too.  I’m surrounded by lilies and Woody Herman and Duke Ellington and the voice that says “…no destination…just 40’s and beyond!”

Sort of like this post, no real purpose, just some meandering coffee talk, keeping my typing fingers limber.  Well, I’m going to go get some more coffee, how about you? Really?  But I’ve got French Vanilla cream!  Hey, where are you going?  Come back!

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10 thoughts on “Just Another Scintilating Sunday

  1. Long ago I figured out that one way to keep my sanity was to choose to ignore the modern world when it comes to entertainment. I mostly stick to movies from the 30s and 40s, and I love that era in music too.
    Maybe you can get W a set of satellite radio headphones? My husband kindly watches his programs with headphones on – he doesn’t have to hear my sewing machine revving, and I don’t have to hear the phones ringing ominously while the killer hides in the shadows in his suspense movies.

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    • My husband turns on the noise everywhere he goes – upstairs, downstairs, in the garage. A walking noise maker. Yes, headphones are a great idea! Btw, the 40’s music is still playing! I think this is some kind of record for me. lol

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  3. How do you DO that? That stream-of-consciousness whatever-you’re-thinking-comes-out-of-your-fingers thing that drives me away from most “events in my life” blogs I check out…YOU always turn into a chat with someone we all wish lived right next door.

    Your lilies ARE beautiful.

    Unrelated: Thank you for liking the “Devil’s Minions” post. Happy about that : ) Am embarrassed too: That it, apparently, was flagged somewhere as a new post. It’s from 12/2011. I split one post, “Victory Over the Devil”, into two, and back-dated the “Minions” half, thinking Weirdpress wouldn’t tell the world I’d put out a new post. Wasn’t trying to cheat and double dip–just bin’ buggin’ me for a while now that I’d smooshed the two.

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    • Okay, here’s a funny thing. The psychic I went to see last summer told me I have a gift for sitting down and writing without a clear plan, that the thoughts just flow, and that my spirit guides fill my head with ideas and it’s important to keep writing and share them. So who am I to argue with the cosmos, right? Just a different kind of voices in your head thing. Or a lot of hooey. I’m undecided. lol

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      • Errg. Just typed this huge reply, and Weirdpress ate it.

        Shorter version:

        Woulda laughed when younger, but no longer. (Though giving credit to guides seems like NOT giving credit to yourself, and don’t you think you deserve credit, Grandmalin?)

        Did not believe in psychic-y stuff, then did. College friend Yani read my palm, got uncomfortable, didn’t wanna say what he saw. I didn’t care, ’cause didn’t believe, but other friends made him tell. “You’ll marry, have two sons.” “What will her husband be like?” Begrudgingly, only: “Tall, blond.” After my marriage over–to tall, blond abusive sociopath who lied to me whole marriage, and about me whole marriage to our two sons–I remembered what Yani had foretold.

        I guess MY spirit guides wandered off during the 70’s to “find themselves”. Bummer!

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