Monday, March 19, 2012

Hot, hot, hot


I saw him in profile from about a half block away, and I was in looooove. Over 6' tall, with a thick thatch of salt-and-pepper hair and a strong nose. He reminds me a little of my friend Kathleen's husband, only much better looking. And must better dressed. No way Martin would ever spend that much on a suit!

I was able to get a closer view as we waited for the light to change. His skin looked really nice but he's not perfect -- his eyes are a little too close set. Such imperfections can be very endearing.

Kathy was wrong about me.


Trifecta

This week's challenge: Check out the third definition of clean (below), and use the word exactly as it appears, in no less than 33 and no more than 333 words.

3 a : free from moral corruption or sinister connections of any kind




Greetings from Illinois

He’s nothing special to look at: Balding and overweight, with a complexion that bounces between sickly winter pallor and an unnatural red summer hue. His suits never seem to fit right, and no matter what tie he chooses, it looks like it's strangling him. His oratory doesn’t get one’s pulse racing. Even with his very unpopular tax increase, the State is still operating with a deficit of at least $5 billion (some say it’s closer to $10 billion).

Yet I am happy Pat Quinn is my Governor. Because he is clean.

After George “Now Serving 7” Ryan and Rod “Welcome to Englewood Federal Correctional Institution” Blagojevich, that is refreshing.

The saddest thing about this post is that, when I saw the prompt, this is the only response that came to mind. Remember, our license plates proclaim us as, “Land of Lincoln.” If only our governors lived up to that.


Sunday, March 18, 2012

Sunday Stealing


Sunday Stealing: The Her Head Is Part Missing Meme


1. What is your most annoying habit? I believe everyone wants to know how I feel about everything. I am learning this is not necessarily true.

2. What habit would you change of your partners? (come on no-one is perfect!) [Editor's note: Not only does it assume you have A partner, but it is written as though you have multiple ones. If you do not currently have a partner or many partners, simply tell us about your last one. BW] He smoked.

3. Horrors or Chick Flicks? Chick flicks

4. What is the most outrageous thing you have done in the back row of the movies? Dozed off

5. When have you lied to get a job? Never

6. What one thing is on your list to do before you hit 30, 40, 50 or whatever significant birthday is next? After this week, when I purchased a new toilet and had it installed, I don't believe there are any more mountains left to climb.

7. Classic or modern films and why? I'm not going to limit myself and you can't make me.

8. If you were a vampire who would be the first person you would bite? Victoria Winters, the downbeat governess.
9. If you had the power to make one thing better, what would it be? I would do whatever I can to help The Puppy Rescue Mission. This group reunites combat soldiers with the companion animals they adopt while in Afghanistan.

10. What makes a great blog? Not assuming that I have a partner and children. (Yes, I read ahead to question #13.)

11. What was the inspiration that brought your blog to the blogosphere? I wanted to create an accurate snapshot of my life at a given moment.

12. What easily ticks you off (puts you in a bad mood quickly)? Assuming that I have a partner and children.

13. How many children do you have? DAMN YOU AND YOUR ASSUMPTIONS!

14. Is there anything you have ever regretted writing on your blog? Nope.

15. What’s your favorite blog post you have written this year so far? One of my entries in an online writing competition.

16. Do you ever enter other bloggers competitions, and have you ever been lucky? Yes, and no.

17. If you could be anyone else for the day, who would you choose and why? Jennifer Aniston, because then I'd be pretty and funny and I could look back on waking up with John Mayer.

18. If you could time travel to any period of history what era would you visit? The 1860s.

19. If you had to be genetically modified, would you rather have a third arm, a third leg, a second head or some other modification? I think I'd like a tail. I'd wag it when I was happy and whip it back and forth when I'm pissed.

20. Which Disney character can you most relate to? Jane Banks. Because I'd like to jump in and out of chalk drawings and go to tea parties on the ceiling.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Trapped

I have been waiting around almost all day -- I mean that literally -- waiting for the air conditioner repairman. He left here with my through-the-wall unit at about noon and here it is, 7:30, and it's still not back. I called him at 6:00 for an update and he said he'd call me back "in half an hour," but that didn't happen. And now I won't be getting the air conditioner back until Sunday. AARGH!

I'm trying not to be upset. His entire operation is just two guys -- he does this picking up and delivering while his partner is in the shop, cleaning and repairing. This record-breaking spring heatwave has folks all over town turning on our units for the first time in six months and saying, "What the fuck?" He's doing everything he can to get all of the ac's turned around same day. And there aren't a lot of repair outlets that will even bother with through-the-wall units. I don't feel like spending $500 or $600 on a new one if I can get by with spending $110 to repair the existing one.

But this is not the way I wanted to spend my Saturday! It's hot in here! And, except for about an hour running errands, I've been in here. Waiting, waiting, waiting, like Aunt Bea behind bars.

And thinking about how the temporary crown I got last Saturday popped off. Sometimes it feels like nothing goes right.


Saturday 9


Saturday 9: Forget You

1. Have you ever felt that you needed to just forget an ex-lover?
I keep trying to forget my most toxic ex, but he keeps popping up in my life, not unlike Glenn Close at the end of Fatal Attraction. I'm kidding, of course, but it's not funny. I don't want him in my life any more. I don't trust him, I don't forgive him, and I wish he would just forget me.




2. Spring picnics and cookouts are here! What would you want to have on your plate as you head back to the table?
A burger or a brat, baked beans, potato salad ... the usual.

3. It's St. Patrick's Day, March 17th! Do you celebrate? Drink Green Beer?
Go out? I wish I was celebrating. It's freakishly warm here in Chicagoland and I discovered my air conditioner isn't working. So my Saturday will be devoted to dealing with the repairman. I fear he's going to need to take it into the shop and then I'll have to wait around to be here for its return and reinstallation.  Oh well, better now than in the dog days of August.

4. Did you remember to wear green today?
I will! Thanks for the reminder.

5. What phrase or saying do you over use?
"The thing of it is ..."

6. If you could (or could have) change(d) something about your relationship with your parents, what would it be? I need to be more patient with my mother as she ages. As our time together gets shorter, I must concentrate on what really matters.

7. If the NCAA Men's or Women's Final Four basketball tournament was played in your hometown arena or within easy driving distance from where you live, would you try to attend one of the games?
No. My attitude toward sports is, to paraphrase Mike Meyers' Scottish father, "If it's not Cubs baseball, it's crap."

8. No matter what's going on in your life, what always makes you smile?
Certain songs.

9. We've asked this before: What else is on your mind?
Go ahead and rant. I'd really like to go to the movies, but post-Oscars, it's not a good time for it. I don't care about The Hunger Games or 21 Jump Street, so I'm SOL.

Friday, March 16, 2012

100 Songs That Move Me

Borrowed from Kwizgiver, here are 100 songs that have particular meaning for me. I began this on Sunday, March 11, 2012, and it took me till the following Friday to rank and link to 100 songs.

Remember, I'm a Baby Boomer and this list reflects that. Very little music from this millennium is represented. I apologize for my rampaging non-hipness! But I'm like Kevin Kline's Harold in The Big Chill. When asked if he could play any other music, he says, "There is no other music."

1) September by Earth, Wind and Fire. I have never been so sad that hearing this song hasn't lifted in spirits. I remember a moment in Fall 2004 when I was so blue that, when racing across a busy street against traffic, a driver honked at me and I flipped him off and kept going. I was so wounded and so angry at the world that I was willing to go mano-a-mano with a car! And then, when I got to the curb, this song came unexpectedly through my headphones. I smiled. It was my first sincere, spontaneous smile in days.


2) All My Loving by The Beatles. "Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, tomorrow I'll miss you, remember I'll always be true." The lyrics of this song, as well as Paul's voice and the look on his face as he sang it to me on The Ed Sullivan Show in February 1964, defined romantic love for me when I was 6 years old. And you know what? It's still the way I wish romance was and hope it will be for me. Sweet, tender, lovely and "true."

3) I Will by The Beatles. My grown-up equivalent of #2. "Who knows how long I've loved you? You know I love you still. Shall I wait a lonely lifetime? If you want me to, I will." I heard Sir Paul sing this to me at my beloved Wrigley Field in Summer 2011 and it was perfect.


4) Tears Dry on Their Own by Amy Winehouse. Oh Amy, Amy, Amy! How I wished she had more time to write more songs like this. Her voice is pretty, the Motown-inspired arrangement is lush, and the lyrics are just so raw and honest! When I fall in love, I go blind and deaf to reason and forget to, as she ruefully reminds me, "be my own best friend and not fuck myself in the head with stupid men."

5) Stoney End by Barbra Streisand. I have actually devoted blog posts to this song, because after listening to it for decades, "Stoney End" has become an actual place for me. When the pain hurts so much it feels my heart can no longer contain -- "when the fury of the broken thunder comes to match my raging soul" -- this is where my spirit goes. I let Babs do my raging for me. The fact that she is, by all accounts, happy and healthy at nearly 70 makes me feel it's safe to visit Stoney End. After all, she did, and she's survived. My oldest friend has an unhealthy fixation on Michael Jackson, and relating too closely to all that weakness and weirdness would scare me. But Babs is a survivor. She's a sturdy receptacle and a  powerful role model.

6) She Loves You by the Beatles. This song sounds so happy! And it's got the signature "yeah-yeah-yeah" chorus and falsetto "woo." But the lyrics are cool, too. For it's a third person narrative. You don't hear that in songs often. John and Paul were ambitious, cheeky little songwriters back in the day, weren't they? Not that the audience (a 1963, pre-US tour London crowd) could hear a moment of it

7) Revolution by The Beatles. I love this so! It's not every day you see Sir Paul scream his heart out. Plus, for me, this is the moment where John's activism and art came together perfectly. His passionate but commonsense approach to changing the world from within the system was a major influence on me then and speaks to me still. Oh yeah, and it's great rock and roll.

8) Peaceful by Helen Reddy. You don't know this song, do you? It seems no one does. While her big hits were, by and large, awful, Helen Reddy did record some little gems in the 1970s, including this one. I often long for a peaceful place where there's "no one bending over my shoulder, nobody breathing in my ear." This song is about the desire that drives me to unplug and run away to a spa, by myself, every spring.


9) Thunder Road by Bruce Springsteen. The most romantic song I have ever heard. Sigh. The Boss melts me with this every time. I'm still looking for a hero to rise from these streets.

10) I Want You Back by the Jackson 5. One of Motown's finest. Hell, one of the finest 3 minutes in recorded sound.

11) Sunday Morning by Maroon 5. "Come and rest your bones with me." What a sweet and sexy invitation!

12) Quiet, Please by Dusty Springfield. Peter Allen wrote this song for his onetime mother-in-law, Judy Garland. But it applies to Dusty, too. I love her performance. Her connection to the material and the audience makes me feel more connected to, and grateful to, her.

13) Saturday in the Park by Chicago. The ultimate summer song by hometown band.

14) Don't Rain on My Parade by Barbra Streisand. What a voice! What a performance! My favorite moment comes at 2:20 when she wills the tugboat to catch up with the oceanliner. I admit I have listened to this to reinforce myself when own spirit sags and my resolve slides.

15) The Boss by Diana Ross.  Miss Ross is a glorious diva and I love her sound on this song. But even better, I like the message. So little of the music popular during those disco days is even worth hearing, much less remembering. But this one -- about love having a thing or two to show each of us -- is one.

16) Badlands by Bruce Springsteen. Thinking of hard lessons that need to be learned, Bruce preaches about what really matters, and he's so right.

17) Hang Fire by the Rolling Stones. I'm not a Stones fan but I loooove this cut. It's barely 2 mins. of highly concentrated bad attitude. "Having money is a full time job. I don't need the aggravation, I'm a lazy slob!" Mick proudly proclaims.


18) Somebody's Baby by Jackson Brown. I know, I know. Jackson Browne is a serious lyricist and this is not the fluff he should be remembered for. But it's adorable and it makes me happy.


19) Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow by Fleetwood Mac. Clinton-Gore 1992. When we were all young and still hopeful.


20) Gentle on My Mind by Glen Campbell. I love the lyrics to this country oldie. I am enchanted by the notion that people can be together and stay together, not because of religious vows or social convention but just because they love one another.


21) You Don't Know Me by Jann Arden. There are so many versions of this song because it's such a heartbreaker. But this understated rendition is my favorite.


22) I Don't Break Easily by Barbra Streisand. Babs combines bravado and diffidence so perfectly. Oh, I'm moving on. I'll be so fine without you. But then, "the key's still there and I left the door unchained."


23) In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning by Frank Sinatra. No one expresses loneliness and ache like Frank. His voice is so sincere and intimate. Do you doubt for a minute that he lived this?

24) God Bless the Child by Diana Ross.Yeah, I know the Billie Holliday version is considered definitive. But I was introduced to Lady Day through Miss Ross back when I was still in high school, and it's her voice singing this that stays with me. "Them that's got shall get, them that's not shall lose." Truer words were never sung.

25) Real Love by The Doobie Brothers. Michael McDonald's vocals against the relentless beat about how life and hurt can grind away "the secret part of you." Still, I'd trade it all right now for just one minute of real love.

26) I Eat Dinner by Rufus Wainwright. After he's gone, you still have to do things alone that you once did together. Like eat dinner. This song is a poignant portrait of how life goes on, but the memories persist.
 
27) I Say a Little Prayer by Dionne Warwick. This is how it feels when you wake up in the morning and you're in love.


28) Can't Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley. The quintessential Elvis ballad: On the one hand, very corny and syrupy. On the other hand, so sincere and true. "Darling so it goes, some things are meant to be." I came dangerously close to matrimony once and this would have been our first dance.

29) You Send Me by Aretha Franklin. Lady Soul's version of this song charmed me.

30) I'll Know by Barbra Streisand. Written for the musical Guys and Dolls, this song has been covered by dozens of performers. But it's Babs' I love. "Am I right, am I wise, am I smart?" She doesn't have to ask, because when she finally finds her true love, it will no longer matter.


31) No Surrender by Bruce Springsteen. An anthem about being true to oneself, as only Bruce can sing it. I still dream of going to "sleep beneath peaceful skies in my lover's bed, with a wide open country in my eyes and these romantic dreams in my head."

32) Penny Lane by The Beatles. I remember that when I first saw this video, I was so shocked by all the Beatle facial hair that I didn't notice Paul was singing the story of my people. Life under blue suburban skies did make me feel as though I was in a play. It's a tender, melodic indictment of smalltown life, with a beautiful horn solo. So very Paul


33) I Could Have Been a Sailor by Peter Allen. Ah, the path not taken! I love this song because it reminds me of my best friend, and the struggle between his secret dreams and his real life.


34) Pleasant Valley Sunday by The Monkees. The scathing portrait of "life in status symbol land" came out when I was living it. I was too young to realize it at the time, but I feel it all now. I had to get out of my parents' hometown and their lifestyle, and this is why. Carole King's song is less ambiguous, less ambitious than Sir Paul's (#31), but also important to me.


35) Nothing Ever Happens by Del Amitri. Another look at soul numbing life choices. These songs resonate with me because of what I saw growing up.

36) Money Changes Everything by Cyndi Lauper. I love when Cyndi rocks. Now, decades after I first heard it, the lyrics proved prophetic: "We think we know what we're doing, but we don't know a thing."

37) Ain't No Mountain High Enough by Diana Ross. If only I could sing, this is how and what I would sing!

38) So Emotional by Whitney Houston. "I don't know why I like it, I just do." and "When you talk, I just watch your mouth." In just a little over four minutes, this song captures exactly how lust feels.

39) A Natural Woman by Aretha Franklin. This is where lust meets love, and it's powerful.


40) I Hear a Symphony by Diana Ross and the Supremes. This is a pure representation of Motown.

41) Silly Love Songs by Wings. This is the merriest "fuck you" in the history of recorded sound. It's Paul justifying his light hits to the critics who preferred John's heavier creative efforts. And Paul, being Paul, made his third finger salute into yet another light and bouncy hit. Don't you just love the horns?


42) Dancing in the Moonlight by King Harvest. Like Earth, Wind and Fire's "September," this song means nothing but good times to me.

43) The Right Thing to Do by Carly Simon. I love the lyrics to this song: "Hold me in your hands like a bunch of flowers, set me moving to your sweetest song ..." There's a grown-up overlay to this romantic fairy tale. "You're with me now and as long as you stay." Carly knows it may not last forever. One of the most credible, adult love songs ever.


44) Daydream Believer by The Monkees. "Cheer up, Sleepy Jean," and "how much, Baby, do we really need?" Davy's vocals sail and I never want this song to end.


45) Shameless by Garth Brooks. Billy Joel may have written it, but Garth hits it out of the park. Unfortunately, I can't give you a link because Garth doesn't allow downloads. So here are my favorite lyrics, about the sweet surrender that comes with love:
I have never let anything have this much control over me
I work too hard to call my life my own
And I've made myself a world and it's worked so perfectly
But it's your world now I can't refuse
I've never had so much to lose
Oh I'm shameless

46) Sweet Blindness by the Fifth Dimension. Another Laura Nyro composition (she also wrote "Stoney End"). Has getting drunk and getting laid ever sounded so wholesome and fun? "Don't let Daddy hear it/he don't believe in the gin mill spirit ..."

47) It's Over by Boz Scaggs. I love how silky Boz makes his frustration sound. If you don't pay attention to the lyrics ("Why can't you just get it through your head? It's over! It's over now!") and just hear the sound, you'd think it's a love song, not a lack of love song.

48) Think by Aretha Franklin. Most people would give this slot to "Respect," but that song is just sooooo over done. That's why I prefer this commonsense plea for personal responsibility.


49) Piece of My Heart by Janis Joplin. "Come on, come on, come on, come on, TAKE IT!" Janis practically reaches through the speakers and grabs her man by the throat with urgency. Yes, I agree that the masochism is disturbing. But the Big Brother sound is so distinctive and intense and Janis is so ... Janis. It's compulsively listenable, even if emotionally unhealthy.


50) I'm On Fire by Bruce Springsteen. Oh, I know this feeling! You know the one: like someone took a knife, edgy and dull and cut a 6" valley through the middle of my skull. And yes, I've woke up with the sheet soaking wet and a freight train running through the middle of my head. There's nothing as intense as wanting, wanting, wanting someone you can't have.

51) Here You Come Again by Dolly Parton. "Lookin' better than a body has a right to." Who would think, to look at Dolly and me, that we had anything in common? And yet we have both found ourselves weak kneed by male pulchritude.

52) Go All the Way by the Raspberries. A ridiculous teenybopper ode to sex. Reminds me of how I thought sex would be back when I was an idealistic virgin. No, really!


53) Don't Do Me Like That by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. I love this song. I don't care what anyone says! For some reason, I have had to defend my affection for this particular cut and I don't know why. I even love the "don't don't don't don't's." Now "Free Fallin'," I can totally see being annoyed by that. But this is great Tom Petty.

54) (Just Like) Starting Over by John Lennon. The first cut of Double Fantasy was so mellow, so friendly, so hopeful. I not only appreciate this as a love song on its own merits, I like thinking this represented how John was feeling about his life.


55) Julie, Do 'Ya Love Me by Bobby Sherman. How I loved this in junior high! And you know what? I still enjoy hearing it. The horns are great fun and the hook is irresistible. And Bobby's vocals are downright adequate. On some songs it's obvious that, let's face it, he couldn't hit a note if it was painted on the side of a barn. (He had such beautiful hair that he didn't have to sing.) But he sounds fine here. And even if I no longer insist my friends call me "Julie," I still love it.

56) Ooooh, Child by The Five Stairsteps. I always loved this song, ever since I was a kid. It has special meaning to me as an adult because it's one of my best friend's favorite songs, too. We quote it to each other when life gets to be a bit much. "Oooh, child, things are gonna be easier ..."


57) You're Gonna Lose that Girl by the Beatles. I just love the harmonies. So much is made of the Lads as composers and innovators that it's easy to forget how well they sang together. Plus this clip reminds me that Sir Paul has a perfectly straight nose. (I love him, you know.)

58) Tupelo Honey by Dusty Springfield. Van the Man wrote this, but I love Dusty's tender, romantic vocal.

59) Rene and Georgette Magritte and Their Dog After the War by Paul Simon. Another of my favorite long songs. I am captivated by the thought of these two, after decades together, after all they saw and shared, still so into each other. And how many love songs feature a dog?


60) You're Sixteen by Ringo Starr. The biggest hit from Ringo's biggest solo album. I have nothing but happy memories associated with this song. And that's quite a trick, since I pretty much hated every freaking moment of high school.

61) One Toke Over the Line by Brewer and Shipley. Like "Sweet Blindness" (#43), this ode to getting impaired features heavenly harmonies.

62) Wouldn't It Be Nice? by The Beach Boys. 99% of the time I loathe the Beach Boys. But then there's this song. "Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray it might come true ..." C'mon, how unutterably dear is that?

63) Rockin' Pneumonia and the Boogie Woogie Flu bay Johnny Rivers. Johnny is an underrated vocalist and oh, how I love the piano on this one!


64) Quarter to Three by Gary US Bonds. Bruce Springsteen and I agree that this is one of the great 45s EVER! You can hear Gary's influence on many of Bruce's old-school rockers, and I like going back to the source.

65) Lady Madonna by The Beatles. When I was a kid, this was both scandalous and titillating (pun intended) because Paul sings "breast." But now I love it for so many other reasons. Paul's vocals are fluid and his piano is terrific and his paean to womanhood is sincere and much appreciated by this woman. (Hey! You know this McCartney kid is pretty good. He should stick with the music thing.)
 
66) She's Gone by Hall and Oates. Love can quite a toll on us, can't it? Who among us hasn't considered a deal with the devil, just to undo a breakup?


67) You've Got a Friend by James Taylor. Few relationships are as important as friendships, and yet there aren't that many songs about them. That's part of why this one means so much to me. "Winter, spring, summer and fall -- all you got to do is call." A simple but powerful and timeless message. James' unadorned performance gives it even greater impact.


68) A Hard Day's Night by the Beatles. From the moment you hear that opening chord, you know this is going to be fun. I love the way the boys, John and Paul, trade off on the lead vocals. John, being John, is complaining about how much he works, and how under-appreciated he feels. Paul, being Paul, reports that everything is all right as long as his woman's arms are holding him tight.

69) Mary's Place by Bruce Springsteen. "That black hole on the horizon ..." To me this, song is all about 9/11 and the Twin Towers. It's about the redemptive power of music, how it can mend the broken hearted. "Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up ..." If the music is loud enough and our hearts stay open, we will feel better. We will.

70) One Night a Day by Garth Brooks. Damn you, Garth Brooks, and your aversion to online music sharing! I just want people to hear you sing this exceptional song.
There's not a lot of things to do I wouldn't rather do with you
Guess I'm funny that way …
I'm calling every friend I've had, wake 'em up and make 'em mad
To let them know that I'm OK
I used to sit and talk to you
They're all just a substitute
To get through one night a day
One night a day, one step away
From leaving you behind 


71) Heat Wave by Linda Ronstadt. "Whenever he calls my name, soft, low, sweet and plain ..." I love her rocking vocals and the blistering guitars. "Don't pass up this chance. This time it's a true romance."


72) Tempted by Squeeze. So naughty. So forbidden. So civilized. So veddy, veddy British.

73) I Could Never Miss You by Lulu. Why isn't Lulu a bigger star stateside?


74) Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw? by Jimmy Buffett. It's not high art, but it's fun. I love that the song starts with, "I really do appreciate the fact that you're sitting here." There's something nice about candor.


75) Jump by Van Halen. Eddie and Diamond Dave! Life was so much fun when this song was popular. That organ riff at the beginning is as evocative as there is.


76) Little Red Corvette by Prince. I love everything about this song. I love the sexy sound of it. I love the witty, suggestive lyrics. Prince, like Garth Brooks, doesn't cooperate with online music sharing. So you'll just have to be satisfied remembering how he sounds singing, "Move over, Baby, gimme the keys. I'm gonna try to tame your little red love machine."


77) Stuff Like That There by Bette Midler. The Divine Miss M performs this WWII-vintage number fabulously as if it was written for her. Some prefer the more famous "Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy," but I love this one. Kelly Clarkson did a good job, too, during that long-ago first Idol season.

78) Get Happy by Judy Garland. The last musical number Garland filmed at MGM is my favorite. She's in great voice, her legs look a mile long, and that hat is the perfect prop for her fidgety hands. Rumor has it Judy's private life was sinking toward a suicidal low around this time (1950). If it's true, then she's an even greater genius than I thought. Whenever anyone asks what the fuss was about Judy Garland, I direct them to this number.

79) Crazy by Patsy Cline. No one sounded quite like Patsy. Her voice moves effortlessly up and down like an oboe. But she was too classy, too controlled, too much the artist to ever let her vocal gymnastics overwhelm the song. Her performance is perfect.

80) More than You Know by Barbra Streisand. This is Babs in Funny Lady, a disappointing movie with a stellar soundtrack. A zillion people have recorded this song, but Streisand's version is best. There's a defiance mixed with her tenderness, and her range is awesome. One of my favorite love songs.

81) Someone to Watch Over Me by Frank Sinatra. This clip is from Young at Heart. It's a corny movie that is beloved by no one but me. Listen to Frank sing. Watch Doris fall in love with him. Like "More than You Know," the song is wonderful and has been covered countless times. But I always come back to Francis Albert's version.


82) Lose Again by Linda Ronstadt. I relate to the vulnerability of these lyrics and the openness with which Linda sings them. "When the heart calls, the mind obeys." Ain't that just the truth?

83) A Nice Dream by Dusty Springfield. This song is the best thing about a clunker of a movie called Kiss Me Goodbye. I recognized my girl Dusty's vocals over the closing credits. It's about that moment when "the future becomes the past." I love it.

84) River by James Taylor. I love this song, all year around. It captures the regret I sometimes (ok ... often) feel when I push things too far.

85) Come In from the Rain by Diana Ross. "Well, hello, good old friend of mine." Beautiful lyrics, knowingly delivered. Whatever he was dealing with, he got through it. And Miss Ross was wisely waiting there, welcoming him with an open door to keep him from the rain.


86) Every Road Leads Back to You by Bette Midler. A love song about friendship, a celebration of shared history. How powerful is that?


87) Heart and Soul by Marcia Ball. My best friend turned me on to Marcia Ball, and this is my favorite cut. It's fun and sexy.

My Heart and Soul


88) I Only Want to Be with You by Dusty Springfield. It's one of her biggest hits, and it belongs on everyone's list of 100 songs.


89) I Can Help by Billy Swan. Isn't the organ fabulous? And I love that lyric -- "It would sure do me good to do you good."

90) Move Over by Janis Joplin. I love her righteous indignation. And Janis is sooo on to him! "I do believe you're toying with my affections, Honey." I never get tired of her.


91) Midnight Train to Georgia by Gladys Knight and the Pips. Does anyone not love this song? This is my best friend's signature karaoke song. My uncle loved it, too. When I hear it, it reminds me of those two very dear men.


92) Heaven Is a Place on Earth by Belinda Carlisle. I love the sleepy quality to her voice on this.

93) If I Could Turn Back Time by Cher. Solo Cher. 'Nuff said.


94) The One You Love by Glenn Frey. I lived this song. I gave up the one who loved me to go back to the one I loved. It wasn't a wise move, in retrospect, but as framed by this song, I had no choice.


95) Wedding Bell Blues by The Fifth Dimension. Another Laura Nyro song. I just loved her. I wish more people were familiar with her work. So versatile, so smart. In addition to "Sweet Blindness" and "Stoney End," she wrote Three Dog Nite's "Eli's Coming" and "Celebrate."

96) Just to See Her by Smokey Robinson. What a perfect meld of voice and lyric! When Smokey says he "would do anything" to see her again, I believe him!


97) A Brand New Me by Dusty Springfield. A happy, 60s-era ode to the transformative power of love.


98) Kentucky Rain by Elvis Presley. An old boyfriend used to rib me about my unreasonable affection for this record. "Can you imagine Elvis, in that white jumpsuit and cape and huge belt buckle, hitchhiking through the cold Kentucky rain?" Yeah, whatever. Make fun. I still love it.


99) Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper. A party anthem if ever there was one! Girls night out, anyone?


100) The End of the Innocence by Don Henley. These lyrics take my breath away. This song is downright Bruce-worthy! Every time I hear it, it touches me anew.



This is why I've been blue lately


It's Greg Maddux' fault.

Here's a photo of him in Autumn, 1993. He's at home in Las Vegas, on the phone with Tom Glavine, his friend/Braves teammate/only real competition for the Cy Young award. Fortunately for the reporters assembled in what appears to be his kitchen, he soon received official notification that he did, indeed, win his second consecutive Cy Young. That's his very pregnant wife, Kathy, in the doorway. Their first daughter, Amanda Paige, was born in a few weeks.

I don't know the man -- except in my dreams -- but I bet this was the apex of his life. He would have other winning seasons and play for 15 more years. He would enhance his fortune and his reputation. He and Kathy would go on to have a son, too. But this seems to be the moment when it was all good and would never be this good again.

An old coworker of mine resurfaced. We worked together in 1991. She had just been promoted from receptionist to junior art director. And she actually admired me. I was 33 and the company Golden Girl. I was in love with a smart and very nice-looking man. I wore a size 6 and could really rock a pair of heels.

Today she is an EVP at a PR firm. She is on her second husband (this one is an author) and just toured Cairo.

This week I got a new toilet.

I do not begrudge her all her success. She worked very hard and overcame a good deal to get where she is.

Instead, I mourn who I was.

I don't want to get together with her because I can't bear to see the disappointment in her face when she sees me again after all these years.

OK, maybe it doesn't make sense to blame Greg Maddux. After all, I bet he has dealt with this malaise, as well.




Trifecta

This weekend's challenge: Write a story entitled 'Lost' in exactly 33 words. The word 'lost' can only appear in the title, not your 33 words.

Lost 
 
No Charlotte under the bed. As she chose today’s outfit, did Charlotte sneak into the armoire? After all, nothing enhances a nap like cashmere. Still no Charlotte. Come on, girlfriend! Where are you




 

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

THURSDAY THIRTEEN #163


 THIRTEEN UP-TO-THE-MINUTE THINGS ABOUT ME

I am quite sure I stole this from some other blogger. I apologize for not giving him or her attribution but I no longer remember where it came from.

1. Outside my window… is my cat Reynaldo's favorite tree. The squirrels and birds should return soon, which will bring a quiver to his tail.

2. I am thankful… that the worst of the Recession seems over.

3. In the kitchen… are my Sodastream and George Foreman Grill, two appliances I never thought I would become so attached to.

4. I am wearing… the silver scroll ring you see here. I bought it at a shop called The Golden Ball in Colonial Williamsburg last year. I'll be back the first week in April!

5. I am creating… yet another TT!

6. I am going…to sort through that stack of magazines one of these days. Really, I am!

7. I am reading… Mona Lisa in Camelot. I had no idea that, 50 years ago this December, the world's most famous painting sailed over to the United States for a visit.

8. I am learning… that while FB and Twitter are nice places to visit, for me, Blogger is forever

9. I am pondering… taking May 20-21 off. That's when the NATO Summit comes to Chicago and I really don't think I want to deal with the crowds and protestors and press and security. 

10. A favorite quote… "East is east and west is west and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does." Groucho Marx

11. One of my favorite things… is Cubs baseball! First game: Cubs v. Nationals within the Friendly Confines of Wrigley Field on Thursday, 4/5.

12. A few plans for the rest of the week… l don't know. I have no doctor/dentist/hair appointments planned, which is nice. I could use some lazy time!

13. A peek into my day… I'm not sure what's on tap at work on Thursday. I took Wednesday off as a personal day, so there may be a surprise or two awaiting me.

For more information about the Thursday Thirteen,
or to play yourself, click here.

Scared over nothing

I actually had a nightmare last night that, when the new toilet was installed today, the handyman would find a ton of rot and mildew and other manner of ugly under the tiles in my bathroom. And then the work would be major and the cats and I would have to move out and it would be cripplingly expensive.

It all went fine! On schedule, within budget. Why do I make myself so crazy?

Today was unseasonably warm, with the mercury hitting 80º. I had the ac on in the living room for the first time and it was pretty anemic. I went on Angie's List and found a local company that gets very high marks. Hopefully I can get this repaired as efficiently as my adventures in plumbing, and without the agita!


I miss my grandpa

Yesterday, as I was waiting for the train to come back to Chicago, I eavesdropped on a girl named Andrea and her dear, downstate grandpa. She was in her late teens/early 20s and was in her hometown to get her bike and other odds and ends she had at his house. He clearly didn't want to let her go. "You can come home any Friday night and leave on Sunday," he reminded her of the Amtrak schedule. He made her check her wallet, right there on that platform, to make sure she had the $20 it would take her to get from the Chicago train station to her apartment. She had $8. He gave her a $50, and said wistfully, "Maybe I could come up some weekend to catch a Cubs game ..."

Helping her load her Huffy bike onto the train, he told all of us, "That bike is going to Wrigleyville, by Cubs park." He was clearly as proud of her for going off to the big city as he was sad to say goodbye.

Because of the conductor and the bike, Andrea got separated from her grandfather. She wasn't able to kiss him but she did call out to him, "I love you, Grandpa!"

You should, Andrea, you should. Treasure him. No one is ever going to love you as unconditionally as your grandpa.


My grandpa died when I was a junior in high school and I miss him still. He was endlessly patient with me. He encouraged me to read aloud to him and would "oooh" and "aaah" over my original compositions. He laughed at all my jokes and could not abide my tears. I thought he made up the song, "Come to me, my Melancholy Baby" just for me, to comfort me when I cried. No one hugged like my grandpa. I remember the feel of his chest hair against my cheek and the smell of his cigars and licorice throat lozenges. He celebrated my spirit and independence, when everyone else in the family was calling me "difficult" and "mouthy."

Andrea, dear girl, you don't know how lucky you are to have that man, waiting for you on the platform.



In all, a good day

Yesterday was a long-ass day. I was on an Amtrak train at 7:00 AM, heading down for a client presentation. I was nervous -- red spot is now a mere irritation, but it's still there right in the middle of my lip. I hate the thought of my intimate little audience fixating on "the bouncing ball" while I spoke. My partner in the presentation was The Chocolate-Covered Spider and while she and I are getting along better, I still worry that she focuses on my mistakes instead of my successes.

The train left and arrived on time, giving me some time before the meeting to shop. There's a massive mall not too far from the client's office, and the Goodwill Sale is going on. I turned three sweaters into a new watch, a new umbrella and some Clinique undereye cream!

Then I had lunch with the Spider. It wasn't bad. She was a good influence on me and I had salad. I was cognizant of the fact that I was squeezed into the biggest dress slacks I own.

The presentation took just under an hour and it went well. Our client was way more interested in moving the needle and trying something new than I expected.

So now it was 2:30, and my train home wasn't till nearly 6:00. I was more willing to wait for Amtrak than to hang around and catch a ride back with the Spider. 2.5-3 hours in the car with her as she deals with rush hour traffic seemed an unnecessary test of our detente. Instead I sneaked away to the tiny coffee shop in the basement of our clients' offices and wrote a letter to my cousin Rosemary. Then I went to a lovely little local salon and had a massage ($60 -- including tip -- for 45 minutes, not bad), grabbed a sandwich at Subway and headed back to Chicagoland on Amtrak.

Glad I did it all.


WWW.WEDNESDAY

To play along, just answer the following three (3) questions…

• What are you currently reading? 
Another Piece of My Heart by chick-lit author extraordinaire, Jane Green. This is the tale of Andi, a newly-40 Bay Area bride who is happy with the man of her dreams, but not with his teenage daughter.

• What did you recently finish reading?
Mona Lisa in Camelot: How Jacqueline Kennedy and Da Vinci's Masterpiece Charmed and Captivated a Nation. This book was a breezy look at a chapter of history I'd known little about. I'm intrigued that JFK used the international good will generated by Jackie and this great work of art to help cool things down during the arms race. Right now so many of our politicians seem so proudly anti-intellectual that I doubt this could happen today. And I was impressed by how willful The First Lady could be when she wanted something, and she wanted average Americans, those who could never fly to France, to see the Mona Lisa here in person. And boy, was Jackie ever successful. During her stops in New York and Washington DC, La Joconde saw more than a million Americans file past her. 

• What do you think you’ll read next? Fab: An Intimate Life of Paul McCartney by Howard Sounes.


Monday, March 12, 2012

A tall hot chocolate and a shot of Bruce

On my way back to the elevators from the ATM, I stopped at Starbuck's and, in addition to less than 290 calories worth of chocolate, I got Bruce Springsteen's latest, Wrecking Ball. In all, a most satisfying afternoon escape from my desk!

Trifecta

This week's challenge:  Check out the third definition of trail (below), and use the word exactly as it appears, in no less than 33 and no more than 333 words.

trail verb \ˈtrāl\


3:     to move, flow, or extend slowly in thin streams


The Good That Men Do
She refolded his note on the creases and tucked it back into her wallet. In the years since he left it on her desk, she’d only looked at it a few times. But the important thing was, she knew the note was there, with her always, and she knew what it said: “You have great insight, you are compassionate, and you do things all the time that make a difference in peoples’ lives.”


He had been her friend, and though he was gone his love continued to trail almost imperceptibly through her life, seeping into her heart and strengthening it so subtly that sometimes she didn’t even notice it anymore.

But then there were other times, like today, when she reached for that piece of simple white notepaper, with its message scrawled in blue ballpoint, and fingered it like it was a rare treasure.
 
According to Shakespeare, “The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones." Oft, yes, but not always. 


Sunday, March 11, 2012

Sunday Stealing


1. Are you in a job that you truly enjoy?
Yes, at times I really do. Even after all these years.

2. If you could do any job in the world what would it be?
Pet sitter. I have a way with critters.

3. If you could be a character in a novel who would you be?
Jo in Little Women. Still looking for my own Professor Bhaer.

4. When it comes to spending time with those you love, do you think it should be about quality or quantity? Quality. But then, that's because I'm a bit of a hermit

5. Is there a job/career you wanted but realized you couldn’t possibly do for one reason or another? Lighthouse keeper. Because it's all done by computer now.

6. If you could live anywhere in the world or out of this world where would you live?
Wherever it was the Jetsons lived. So I could have a flying car and a robot maid.

7. Where would you most like to visit and who with?
Right now I'd like to visit a nice, quiet booth with my best friend. I miss him very much and could really use a hug.

8. Which skill would you like to learn?
I'd still like to learn to speak Spanish. I got distracted last summer by health problems. I still have all the CDs and the text book, so I can start again.

9. What made you laugh today? This statue. It's truly in left center in the Marlins Park. Really. When it appeared on the TV screen, the announcers sang, "Picture yourself in a boat on a river ..."

10. What are you looking forward to tomorrow? Nothing specific. I'd just like to catch up on a little work around the house and maybe prep a little for a big presentation I have on Tuesday. That doesn't sound like fun, I know, but it would make me feel more confident.

11. What is your sign and do you believe in horoscopes etc? I'm on the cusp of Scorpio and Sagittarius. And I don't know how I feel about it.

12. If you could change one thing about your life thus far, what would it be? Right now, I'd change that awful red spot on my face!

13. If there was one charity you could give a huge contribution to, which charity would it be and why? My local food pantry. Because it serves my neighbors who are suffering.

14. Should smoking be legal? I thought it was.

15. What are your views on the smoking ban in public places? Amen! Your bad habit doesn't get to darken my lungs.

16. Why do you blog? To create an accurate snapshot of my life at this moment.

17. Do you have a favorite author? William Goldman, who wrote The Princess Bride. He's recently turned 80, so I think he's retired.

18. Can you play any musical instruments? Nope.

19. What would your ideal car be? One that comes with a driver.

20. Describe yourself in one short sentence. She's sorry about the red spot on her face.

21. What do you look for in a spouse/other half? Touchable hair.

22. Worst meal you’ve had? Nothing springs to mind. Sorry.

23. What do you do to relax in the evening? Watching my TV boyfriend, Mark Harmon on NCIS. Between USA Network, CBS and Comcast ON DEMAND, I can pretty much watch it any time.

24. Do you get along with your siblings? No. And if you knew them, you wouldn't either.

25. Do you have any regrets? I've had a few. But then again, too few to mention.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Self Portrait

I was at the dentist for about two hours this morning. It wasn't so bad. She removed the temporary crown, dug around and cleaned things up, took an impression for the new crown, and replaced the temporary. No big deal, right?

The blue gunk overflowed the impression tray and sat on my skin for a while -- less than 10 minutes while the gunk was hardening. Long enough for it to really irritate my skin. I now have a bright red spot on the philtral column between my nose and lips. I am just soooo happy about this.

Especially because I have a big client presentation Tuesday. The only thing worse than being standing in front of your clients knowing you are a big fat moo-cow is knowing you are a big fat moo-cow with a bright red spot near your mouth.

I am miserable!


Saturday 9


1. Have you ever had a romantic breakup that was easy? Amazingly, yes. We both knew it wasn't going anywhere and he decided to move to Columbus to be nearer his brother and it just sort of ... faded away.

2. When was the first time that you felt betrayed? In grade school, when the contents of a note I passed to a friend somehow became public.

3. Do you feel religious beliefs should have a role in politics? Well, if a politician has a relationship with a higher being, that probably helps keep him or her grounded and comforted. I know that's the role religion play in my life. BUT IT'S NONE OF MY BUSINESS AND I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT! I agree with the speech JFK made that makes Rick Santorum, as he so elegantly puts it, "throw up."

4. Are you doing anything special this weekend? I just got a crown replaced this morning and my jaw is still numb. I'm going to wait to see if I'm in any discomfort before I decide what to do next. (Sexy answer, huh?)

5. Oreo cookies turned 100 years old this week. How do YOU eat an Oreo? If I'm alone, I'll take it apart and lick off the icing. If I'm in public, I'll observe decorum and nibble it daintily.

6. If you could change something about yourself, what would it be? My big fat moo-cowness. I'm working on diet and exercise, but obviously not hard enough.

7. Describe a time when you should have tried harder. See above.

8. What is your favorite baseball-related movie? The Natural. Where my favorite actor meets my favorite sport in my favorite ballpark. Did you know that Roy Hobbs/Robert Redford actually threw out the ball on opening day at Wrigley Field last year? It was very emotional for me. (And if you think I'm kidding about that, you don't visit this blog often.)

9. What is one lesson you have learned in the past year? I just now realized that sometimes, when I am trying to solve people's problems for them and make their lives easier, I am actually making them feel incompetent. I am working on this. After all, my goal is to help my friends, not hurt their feelings.