Saturday 9: My Church (2016)
1) This song is about a woman who loves singing along with her car radio. Is that something you enjoy? I take public transportation. My fellow commuters appreciate my not singing.
2)
The video begins with Maren Morris finishing her cigarette before
getting behind the wheel. Do you allow smoking in your car? Each car on every train I take has this sign:
3) In this song, Maren admits she's lied. What's the last fib you told? It wasn't a verbal lie, but I was dishonest nevertheless. Friday afternoon, a coworker used Google Maps to show me the route she used to walk from home to school, and I pretended to care.
4) She mentions having her radio on the FM dial. Are you loyal to a single radio station? Or do you spin the dial? I'm loyal. Chicagoland has two oldies stations: the dial on my shower radio is set to the one that gets the best reception, and my iPod alternates between the two.
5) Maren
was inspired to write this song while on a long car trip from Nashville
to Los Angeles. When do you get your best ideas? (In the shower, behind
the wheel, over lunch with friends ...) Shower
6) She performed this song on Saturday Night Live last year. The host that week was John Cenna. Do you follow professional wrestling? No. It annoys me.
7)
In 2016, when this song was popular, Alex Rodriguez played his final
Major League Baseball game. He has embarked on a second career as a
broadcaster. Would you be comfortable on camera? On camera? No. Public speaking doesn't bother me. But I hate watching myself.
8) A 2016 study revealed that 43% of Americans own mutual funds, many in their 401(k)s and IRAs. Are you involved in the stock market? Yes. I have a little less than half of my "emergency" savings in a mutual fund and about 85% of my retirement savings in mutual funds through my 401(k).
9) Random question: You have something awkward and embarrassing that you simply must
tell a pal. You know your friend will not be happy with the news. Would
you prefer to deliver it by email, in a phone call, or face to face? I'd prefer a live, real-time phone call. That way I can gauge how the person is taking the news, and then, once we hang up, my friend will have time alone to process it.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
I have this image in my mine of your coworker incident. We all know somebody like that. You get a pass in my opinion.
ReplyDeleteWhat I don't like is that you have run the gamut of smokers to enter a building.
ReplyDeleteI respectfully disagree with you for #1--I think your fellow commuters would get a kick out of you singing (with dramatic hand gestures and all)!
ReplyDeleteThe most difficult piece of news I had to give, I sent thru e-mail because I was a huge chicken and couldn't bear to deliver it face to face or by phone. Ultimately, I think it was the right decision in this instance. The email recipient wasn't comfortable with face-to-face or phone either. But the message wan't comfortable for either of us.
ReplyDeleteI like your reasoning behind a phone call. However, when my closest friend called me to tell me she had a terminal illness, I would certainly have preferred to have her standing in front of me. But maybe she couldn't have stood the look of shock and dismay, not to mention my crying as soon as we hung up, I don't know. I guess it really depends on the information that needs to be conveyed. Tough question.
ReplyDeleteI never really looked at pretending to care in the light of being a "fib" but you're right, it isn't being honest. And, oh boy, am I often guilty of it when the kids on the bus are telling me some story.
ReplyDeleteGood for you having investments. That puts you on that path to financial stability we're always chasing.