Sunday, May 09, 2004

Here's why I never get anything done 

So I am busily listing books and things for sale, right? All industrious and everything.

I had to carry some books into my bedroom because the As, Bs and some of the Cs are in there. To get to the bookshelf, I have to crawl across my bed. So now that I was halfway laying down, I laid down the rest of the way.

There was a different stack of books on the other bedside, so I grabbed the one on the top, Hard Laughter by Anne Lamott, and read the first chapter. It's good, lots of odd stuff that nevertheless seems very realistic.

Became aware of an itchy feeling in my eye, and remembered I got a hair in it yesterday evening. So I put some allergy eyedrops in, as they were also right there at hand.

While laying there letting the drops work, I suddenly had a weird song in my head, "Beans in my Ears". Anyone else remember that? It was on the radio for a while, way back in the mid-Sixties.

I couldn't pin down the date or who sang it. So I got up and came in and Googled it. Serendipity Singers. Who also did "Don't Let the Rain Come Down", apparently.

Still don't know the year, though. But now I must go snuggle Mike, he says.

Wednesday, May 05, 2004

Conspiracy of Tuesdays 

I know it's not possible to schedule activities so that there are no conflicts, not even in a town as small as Lamar. But why do you suppose the night of choice is always Tuesday? Are they secretly trying to keep people from watching Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, or what?

But so last night we trooped out to watch Mike get his certificate at the D.A.R.E. graduation, which he received despite already being a partial dexedrine junkie (one of the ingredients in his ADD med Adderall). Ironically, some might think he could say yes to a little more, considering how he happily assaulted a cop right there on stage in front of God and everybody.

I know it's not possible to schedule activities so that there are no conflicts, not even in a town as small as Lamar. But why do you suppose the night of choice is always Tuesday? Are they secretly trying to keep people from watching Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, or what?

So last night we trooped out to watch Mike get his certificate at the D.A.R.E. graduation, which he received despite already being a partial dexedrine junkie (one of the ingredients in his ADD med Adderall). Ironically, some might think he could say yes to a little more, considering how he happily assaulted a cop right there on stage in front of God and everybody.

Yes, OK, I'm exaggerating again. It's just that Mike really does get attached to his teachers. The officer was one of the two who are school liasons here, happily much less for security reasons (though gangs are sadly not unknown here and trouble sometimes happens) than for guidance, as with the anti-drug classes. So when Mike's name was called and she handed him his certificate, he rejected shaking her hand in favor of an enthusiastic full contact hug.

Another recent Tuesday extravaganza was the Fifth Grade Festival, a musical tribute to the history of Colorado written by a retired CSU professor. The music part was actually pretty good, but at one point I whispered to Caro it was too bad the guy was retired, because it meant he did not have a day job not to quit.

The songs were definitely educational, being stuffed full of historical data, but those darn tricky rhymes were obviously a problem. Our favorites in the 'something completely different' category were the rap song about the Gold Rush and the 50's styled number called Pike's Peak, which came out as a combined tribute to the writer of America the Beautiful and doo-wop girls' groups of the rock and roll era.

You can't get entertainment like this on TV!

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