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! 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!