May 2009

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When I was little, my dad got an iron on transfer for St. Pauli Girl beer with the purchase of a six pack.  It had the ubiquitous beautiful blonde holding up two beers and said, “You never forget your first girl.”  I was too young at the time to know what this meant, but it’s always stuck with me, especially about the firsts.

The other day I was in the car when “Late in the Evening” by Paul Simon came on the radio and with it, a certain cohesion of elements – the Saint Pauli Girl and music, for “Late in the Evening” was the very first 45 I bought with my own money and played, rather proudly, on my Mickey Mouse Record Player.  I was nine years old and have never forgotten it.  It is a toe tapping, dance till you’re sweaty kind of song, filled with adult references that I didn’t understand at the time.

Three years later, I bought Robert Plant’s Principle of Moments album at Sweets Records and Tapes at the Target Shopping Center at 80th and Wadsworth.  I remember Danny, the odd man who ran the place (and now is a purveyor of books in the same shopping center, different location), asking me what the picture on the album cover meant.  I was twelve, prone to fits of shyness and embarassment and really just wanted to hear “Big Log” whenever I wanted and not be at the whim of the radio or certain record store clerks, and shrugged, cheeks crimson, “I don’t know.”  He looked at me with disdain, and very nearly didn’t let me buy the album, before saying, “It’s THE principle of moments!”  “Um okay, can I take it home now?”  I enjoyed, at my leisure, some good, but what now sounds like very 80’s music.

When the new and revolutionary technology of CD’s came into the fore, and I bought my first player in 1990, I went back in time with my first musical selection, also from Sweets and thankfully, without hassle from Danny.  I got Elton John’s Greatest Hits.  It still gets air time around here.  The hubster and I both love him!

I think we were among the last people we knew to buy an I-Pod.  Our system of CD’s was working pretty well.  Now, as with many gadgets technological, it’s hard to imagine what we’d do without it.  Anyhoo, the first song I bought was The White Stripes “Seven Nation Army.”  Unlike the Paul Simon of my youth, it isn’t quite dance-able, but it does have Jack White’s stellar voice and an awesome drum beat.

Also, about the picture.  I didn’t feel like putting up each of the album covers, so this is a random dog spotted out walking one day.  Its title could be “First Squirrel.”

Well, I did not get my wish for Saturday.  I did not get this sky.  The rain came precisely at 2:00, stopped after about fifteen minutes to start again about an hour later in a crazy melodramatic deluge akin to something one sees in cinema: sheets, torrents, and thunderclaps, oh my!

Thankfully, despite the rain, the afternoon social was a success.  Yay!  There were twenty-five cheery guests, each eager for snacks of every stripe, lemonade and some for whiskey, too, myself included.  Have I mentioned how much I love whiskey?  Indubitably – with Coke, lemonade, orange juice, tamarind soda, a splash of sparkling water and cherry juice, with a cherry on top – quite fine.

We did get to spend a little time out on the patio before it turned vicious, admiring the garden and enjoying the good company of neighbors.  I feel wonderfully blessed to know and be in the presence of such fine, kind-hearted people.  Life is good.

I wish I had something substantial to say for the Spotlight, it being the day and all, but I don’t, so let’s pretend (oh goodness, how many times did I say that as a child?) that you’re my neighbor, which you kind of are, and we’re chatting over the back fence.  That’s my shadow wearing my favorite hat, waving at you.  Good morning!

How are you today?  I hope well.  I am fantastico.  I awoke to Greg’s warmth next to me and a billowing bedroom curtain.  Gosh, that might be the finest AM combination.  Despite whatever turmoil I might be experiencing, there is always joy in being with the hubster and seeing a curtain fluttering in the breeze.

As for Spotlight potential, I am reading a book, a monster of a book, page wise, probably the longest I’ve read, Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand.  That’s one of the reasons why I haven’t written much this week.  I’ve had my nose in that book since Monday.  It is really good too, at least so far.  I’m 475 pages of 1164 into the story, and boy does it have me going.  Who is John Galt, and why would he start such things in motion, really, just because he can?  I don’t know; it seems sort of wicked, but also pretty right on, too.  I think, like Ms. Rand, I am a bit of an Objectivist, though to a lesser degree – I am also a Gemini, and this trumps all!  I kind of wish I could just sit in my comfy chair until it’s done, but I’ve got things to do, like get ready for tomorrow.

That’s the other bit that’s been keeping me from writing.  We’re having a party for the neighbors tomorrow.  I’m calling it an “afternoon social” with lemonade, chips, dips, and four kinds of cookie – sugar, chocolate drop, gingersnap, and my triple threat peanut butter.  I’ve got the dough for the first three cookies made, a batch of lemonade in the freezer, so we’ll have lemonade ice rather than diluting something so delicious, and two of the three dips ready to go.  Now, I need to get some weeds pulled, the last bit of bark mulch and rocks spread in the yard, the vacuum out to tackle the dust bunnies, mop the floors, and clean the icky mess that is my stove top.

Oh yes, that’s something else special that happened to keep me from the blog.  I made omelets with my friend Amber yesterday, and she got to see said stove top in all its dirty glory.  We had a grand time making our delicious omelets (filled with roasted asparagus, mushroom, and Willamette Valley gouda, zowie!), chatting, and enjoying a bit of sun out in the yard.  It’s funny how a person can be in your life for literally years, yet there is so much you don’t know.  I’m glad we had the chance to get to get better acquainted yesterday.  It’s like having a lens you thought was clear come into greater focus – the colors are brighter, sharper, and even more eye-catching.  Thanks Amber.

I better get a move on, so much to do!  Think good thoughts for dry weather until 4:00 tomorrow because if everyone comes, there will be fifty of us crowded in the house.  After that, I don’t mind if it pours.  As a matter of fact, I’d rather like it.

Have a great weekend!

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