Day 7… a song to drive to? No question this is the entire Save Me, San Francisco album from Train. I’ve already poasted “Soul Sister” recently, so how about the title track now?
Leanne put her picnic basket on the backseat and then settled herself into the front. As she buckled her seatbelt, she said, “Thanks for the invite, Marcie. It’s such a perfect summer day.”
“After the snow storms that kept us inside all last winter and spring, I thought we should do something outdoors.” Marcie turned on the radio to a soft jazz station.
“What’s Edwin up to today?” Leanne asked.
Marcie stomped on the gas. “He said he wants to leave me, Leanne. Just walk out on all we built together.”
“Oh no!” Leanne touched her arm. “Maybe it’s just cabin fever. All that dismal cold. I’m sure he’ll soon remember his love for you and the strings that bind.”
Marcie shook her head. “I’ve already lost him. But I had the last laugh. I always do. I have a surprise in the trunk. Did you see the shovels in the back?”
“Shovels?” Leanne repeated.
“After we have our picnic, we’re going to get some exercise in the fresh air!” Marcie gripped the steering wheel tightly as she zoomed down the road. “It’ll be good for us!”
Photo prompt via The Haunted Wordsmith.
Posted in Fantasy, Fun, Relationships, Writing
Tagged crime, death, driving, fiction, flash, FOWC, inspirational, nature, RDP
I’ve always had issues with
digesting certain fats, particularly nuts/seeds and whole fat dairy. I don’t seem to have a problem with filet mignon, lol. The first time this became noticeable was fairly dramatic ~ when I decided to eat “healthier” at age 17 and for an entire weekend nommed up veggies and sunflower seeds, after which I got such a stomachache my mother thought I had appendicitis. No, just a case of the dumbs.
Other times… got sick from eating a delicious pasta dish that had lots of pine nuts in it, got sick from nomming up a friend’s high-fat spinach-mayo-sour cream dip at a party, got sick from eating cheese on an empty stomach, etc. Obviously over time I learned to be very careful about eating cheese and dips, nuts and seeds. Peanut butter is okay, but even so only in small amounts.
However. In April of 2007, I became violently ill out of the blue one morning. I hadn’t even eaten anything outrageous the day before. My stomach just hurt so badly I couldn’t stand up. I didn’t go to work for two days, stayed in bed sipping ginger ale, thinking I was dying. For whatever reason, I didn’t go to the doc. It was a little better Saturday–I remember driving a car full of girls up to Santa Barbara to check out the university. I couldn’t eat lunch though. By Monday, I felt well enough to go to work, though my stomach, ribs, and upper back were sore like someone had punched me.
I mentioned this episode to my doc when I saw her in the summer and she said it sounded like a gall bladder event and I should come in immediately next time it happened. I expected it to happen again and was scared cuz it was so painful. It hasn’t occurred again though. (Crossing fingers.)
What did happen is that my mother began feeling ill with mysterious back pain they were unable to diagnose properly and finally in December of 2007 they found her pancreatic cancer when it was too late.
Anyone else find it ridonkulous that the day after Thanksgiving has now been elevated into a national go into (more) debt day such that “Black Friday” is pre-marked on our calendars and we’re sent auto-reminders on our phones? Go shopping! Deals are waiting! Pssst, buy something already, wouldja!
Fucksake. Idk about the rest of the world, but Americans don’t need any prompting to be mindless consumers and spend money they don’t have. Do you ever think about the overwhelming amount of stuff we throw into the trash because we neeeeed new things? We need them. The ads tell us we do, so it must be true. I like to dump stuff, but I have been trying not to replace everything I toss.
What’s funny is that these dubious deals will still be available. All weekend. Next week, through December, and don’t forget the after-Christmas sales! If you don’t rush out today to trample over your neighbors to grab a cheap iPad… there will be another opportunity.
I confess I am spending money today, but it’s on car maintenance. Today was a super convenient day for me to make an appointment, which I knew was going to take several hours, because I have nothing else going on. I’m certainly not going near the maul afterwards. Gahhh!
It’s true I bought myself some emotional insurance by shopping last Sunday and Wednesday afternoon, just a little bit, but enough to feel like I got my retail therapy done for the holidays. Planning ahead! But even if I hadn’t, I still wouldn’t go out there today.
Speaking of Black Friday, check out this melody…
Posted in Holidays, Music, Noodling
Tagged driving, FOWC, goals, homey, navel glazing, peevery, philosophy, psychology, rants, RDP, shopping
You may have read that the NRA recently admonished doctors to “stay in your lane” when they decided docs shouldn’t be talking about gun control. Then a whole bunch of doctors tweeted “this is my lane” regarding bullet holes in their patients. They gave a well-deserved takedown to those arrogant bullies at the NRA who believe no one has the right to disagree with them.
There was a time when I agreed with the idea that people should, in public, stick with their field of expertise. I disliked it when actors and other entertainers gave their political opinions publicly. When I watched an award show, I didn’t want to hear political diatribes. When I listened to a speech from the Prez, I didn’t want him going off the rails to rant about his pet peeves.
Topics had their places and you could call them lanes. Celeb gossip was for tabloid mags, not the nightly news. Crazy grandpas made holidays miserable for their own families only. Religious loons preached to their choirs. Now it’s all mixed together like a toxic soup. Scholarly, researched articles are accessible on the internet same as wackadoo ramblings about aliens popping out of volcanoes. So, where are the lanes?
There aren’t any. The lanes have been erased. Now anyone gets to jabber on about anything at anytime, in all our faces. It’s up to the listeners to sort out the wheat from the chaff and decide what’s good info, what should be addressed in debate, and what to switch off altogether because it’s not even worth our attention.
Unfortunately, I am finding the “real news” to be extremely tabloid-like lately, at least online (I don’t watch TV news). Suddenly Monica Lewinsky is opining about Bill again. Why? Who cares? Michelle Obama “wrote” a book and her feelings keep popping up. They aren’t news. Neither are the doings of the royals across the pond every damn day. Charles is 70! Why do I need to know that?
Talk about drifting out of your lane! I swear, half the “journalists” aren’t even on the freeway any longer. 😡
Fandango asks the provocative question what we would do if we could be the opposite sex for one day.
Me, I would find it the most interesting to do exactly the same things as I normally do and see how people treat me differently, or if they do.
Forex, I often compliment the server in my favorite coffee place when she has a new manicure because she gets super pretty, elaborate ones. If I did this as a man, would she say thanks as usual, or hesitate cuz it now seems weird and/or creepy to make a comment?
People generally hold doors for me ~ would they do this if I were a man?
However, people also seem to cut me off a lot in traffic. Maybe they wouldn’t if a manly face was behind the wheel. I’d like to know!
Same with lines. The same person (man or woman) who holds the door will step in front of me in line. I bet if I were a man they wouldn’t.
These are the little things I think it’d be fun to discover.
Of course, according to a certain orange slush for brains, I would also vote twice.
For this week’s prompt, I debated between Jewel’s “Save Your Soul” and Train’s “Soul Sister.” It was a tough choice because I love both songs so very much, but ultimately I went with Train. I chose their album Save Me, San Francisco to listen to in my car, full blast up and back to Berkeley on repeat in late 2012 to visit my daughters. It was a mixed year for me personally with big ups and downs, but that trip filled me with joy. My girls were doing so great, successful and happy, and all the songs on that album were super inspirational to me. I left at 4AM to beat the traffic on the first part of the journey back to SoCal, cruising out on the 580 in the perfect darkness, all alone on the road, just me and the music.
Everything is different now. My car broke down on a subsequent visit north when it was about 150 degrees on the Fourth of July and now I only fly up there. I really don’t even enjoy driving at all these days, though I still love Train. Only one daughter lives near SF now; the other lives in LA. I no longer have wild ups and downs, just steady blahs, which is better.
Hey, hey, hey
Your lipstick stains on the front lobe of my left side brain
I knew I wouldn’t forget you, and so I let you go and blow my mind
Your sweet moonbeam, the smell of you in every single dream, I dream
I knew when we collided, you’re the one I have decided who’s one of my kind
Hey soul sister, ain’t that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo
The way you move ain’t fair, you know!
Hey soul sister, I don’t want to miss a single thing you do, tonight […]
Written by Amund Bjorklund / Espen Lind / Pat Monahan; 2009