Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Dear friends,
You may have noticed the relative quietude around here, save for the weekends, when I become downright chatty. It will be over soon, but it's not over yet. To everyone who has been so kind, charming, encouraging and just plain loving, thank you for being kind, charming, encouraging and just plain loving. Unfortunately, this week, like the weeks before it and undoubtedly the weeks that will follow, is just eating me for breakfast. I find myself asking, as I asked in January 2004 but for rather different reasons, how do you know when it's time to go? And what do you do when it is?
The good news is that even as I am feeling like the universe's Grape Nuts, Lloyd is as ever, as always, his winsome and wondrous self, reminding me that better things await, distracting me by ranting about the folly and shortsightedness of various elected officials and famous nincompoops, and treating me to his spur-of-the-moment songs ("You asked me what my name was/I said 'I haven't got a name'/You said, 'That's a funny name to have'/And you persisted in calling me 'I Haven't Got a Name.'"
Last night, on the phone with bunni, I found myself lamenting all the times in my life when I said yes when I should have said no. By all rights, she should have gone directly to my apartment, snatched the phone from my hand and smashed it into my forehead until the key pattern was permanently debossed into said forehead, but instead she gently reminded me that there was at least one yes in my life that was a smart decision. She's right. Lloyd, if you are reading this, you are the best yes I've ever yessed.
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Bakerina at 09:01 AM in
hello, void!
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Um, except for the brick wall you’ve slammed against at the box factory, how sweet.
Every time your updates come up in my bloglines, my brain sings the k.d. lang song “bopalina” to me. . . Bakerina Bakerina,she’s my gal
She’s my gal and I love her so
Oops scooby-doo balena go gal go
Every. single. time.
See why I keep trying to get myself a job as his second wife?
Perhaps better to regret yesses for nos instead of the other way around. I know of what I speak.
hands off girls, if there are any second wives around here it’s going to be me-harumph
and, incidentally, I never gently reminded anyone of anything in my life I believe my words were “Listen, twit, you’ve said yes to some staggeringly good things. Now shut up and get on the chair.”
Well, yes, bunni, that’s true. But you said it in a very nice tone of voice. And you did say “twit”, with an i. It really could have been much worse.
Shall I be the one to say it now? SHUT UP AND GET ON THE CHAIR!
that’s fabulous. just to look back and remember that i was this existentially bothered last year as well. but that old title, ‘how do you know when it’s time to go’, is that a song? such a catchy little ear worm.)
I got news, Bunni. He AGREED to take me on as a spare, and I’m holding them both to it. Ha!
Oh, my dear hubby makes up songs, too. His favorite must be sung in the voice of an eighty year old chain smoking blues singer:
I’ve seen
Day of the Dead
Dawn of the Dead
and Evil Dead Two
But I’ve never
seen a woman
as evil
as you
Sadly, the (many) additional verses have been lost.
Ya gotta love a man who makes up sweet silly songs as well as listening to YOUR made-up songs with an expression of pure love and delight.
My guy makes up silly songs for me, too, some of which now have multiple verses that change a little each time he sings them. I love homemade music.
HAPPY 4th of July!!!
Hope you have a kickass weekend!
kiss
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Um, except for the brick wall you’ve slammed against at the box factory, how sweet.