I slept away the morning and now I’m rushed for time. I’m going to see Dar tonight at her annual Boxing Day show, which is not on Boxing Day; by tradition I’m the first one on the line. I woke up at a normal hour, 9:30, but almost immediately fell asleep in my chair for another four hours. I had some interesting dreams. In one I had to escape from a German WWII prison camp. It was Stalag 13, Hogan was there and s sergeant that looked like Shultz but wasn’t. Good thing for me, or he would have recognized me.
Yesterday’s big adventure was going to therapy. That’s not much of an adventure. My therapist commented on how happy I was. I had noticed too, and this wasn’t propofol induced. I somehow forgot to tell her that I got myself to go to the zoo and have my phone camera fixed. I’m allowed to spend a session happy and enjoy it.
I would have skipped blogging today but I promised an idiot story that I never delivered. This happened on Thursday night. Perhaps related to me being happy I decided to confront some anxiety and find some CDs that have been missing since the house started to be Christmasfied. I wanted to find one before Friday as I want to give it to Bob Sherman at WFUV and I go by their offices on Fridays when I take the train to therapy. The Snark hunt led to a clean up job. I put loose papers and such in my trash can and threw them down the compacter chute. I found one of the CDs quickly, Dan Rauchwerk’s new one, We Are More Than What We Leave Behind. All of Dan’s songs are about George Washington or the Civil War and it’s fun trying to find the connections. A little-known fact, George Washington and Queen Victoria had a torrid affair that was not limited by the fact that they didn’t live at the same time. I suspect that there was a TARDIS involved.
I got hungry and decided I needed to fortify myself with a snack. I turned off the TV and went to the kitchen. After my snack I fortified myself with a second snack, and then a third. Then I went back to my Snark hunt. I went to put the TV back on, one problem; the remote was nowhere to be seen. I usually keep it on the arm of my recliner or on the coffee table next to it. It wasn’t in either place. I looked all over the coffee table which has a lot on it, and couldn’t find it. I checked by the TV, it wasn’t there. I checked by the remote that controls the rooms lights, nothing. I had a terrible fear that it fell in the trash can whose contents I sent down the chute. There was also the possibility that they were in the plastic bag filled with somebody else’s used tissues. I didn’t relish the idea of looking through that. I felt from the outside, it wasn’t there. I checked under my chair, not there. I checked between the cushions with the chair but closed and in recliner position, nothing. I looked in the kitchen, nada. I even checked the fridge, not there. I checked the bathroom, nope. I patted down my pockets about 10 ten times to no avail. The chute was looking more and more likely. I decided to tackle the bag of tissues again. This time I took vinyl gloves and emptied it by hand. That’s where the remote was. It must have fallen off the chair or coffee table and into it. Whew.
I finished listening to Dan’s album, it’s excellent. All the songs aren’t really about George Washington or the Civil War, that’s just something that Noah’s friend said, and I keep teasing him about. Noah is his brother and teasing is the basis of my friendship with Dan. All the songs are about history, they are story songs. They are about something. The sad truth is that most songs are written by stringing phrases together that don’t have much in common. If you pay attention to the lyrics, you lose interest. In Dan’s you have to listen to the lyrics, they tell a story, like every movement of the hula. That’s not an out of the blue reference, there is a Hawaiian connection in one of the songs.
I have to leave in 20 minutes. I better get ready if I want to be the first one on line.
Wise Madness 