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Song Lyrics Sunday: Hide

Billy Joel’s album The Stranger is one of my all time favorite records. It came out when I was a junior in high school and my friends and I listened to it constantly. We loved all the songs on the album. At the time, the title song didn’t have as much of an impact on me as it did later. In 1977, we loved singing along to “Movin’ Out” and “Only the Good Die Young.”

But over the years, “The Stranger” resonated more and more. How true it is that we have a face we hide from the world, and then we’re shocked when the person we love turns out to be a stranger as well. We can never really fully know another person. And maybe not even ourselves…

The Stranger by Billy Joel, 1977

Well, we all have a face
That we hide away forever
And we take them out
And show ourselves when everyone has gone
Some are satin, some are steel
Some are silk and some are leather
They’re the faces of a stranger
But we’d love to try them on

Well, we all fall in love
But we disregard the danger
Though we share so many secrets
There are some we never tell
Why were you so surprised
That you never saw the stranger
Did you ever let your lover
See the stranger in yourself […]

https://youtu.be/E5ofVsxTPoc

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Precious and Few [SOCS]

I have a small and compact life, the opposite of “living large” as I believe the term is used. The pieces of my puzzle are few, but they are very precious to me. (Not saying that people who have more pieces to their life puzzles consider any of those pieces any less precious.)

I’ve been thinking about this recently in the context of dating, and why that didn’t work out for me. I’ve said that lots of men are too picky, which is true, at least (imo) about superficial requirements, like needing a ski buddy. Dude, you’re 60… how often do you actually ski? Anyway, besides the fact that I met a ridic number of mentally ill men (but some were not), the fact is that I’m not so willing to compromise on my puzzle pieces either. They’re much too precious to me. Forex, I would never give up my kitty, nor would I agree to shut him out of the bedroom. He’s annoying, but he’s family.

Just this last week I visited my daughter for a week ~ I had a bunch of unused vacay days I was happy to spend on family. I wouldn’t want to “waste” those on a guy. I deliberately keep days unused so I can have them for my (adult) kids, if I want. This makes me happy. It also makes me happy to randomly take a day off for myself and do absolutely nothing without having to explain that to anyone. Nope, don’t wanna see anyone. Doing nothing! Yayyy!

I know it sounds like I’m only temporarily happy because I haven’t yet met Mr. Right, and that could be true, but I am 57, so I’ll take the transitory joy for as long as it’s available. It’s also great to have my own friends and not have to “share” them with a boyfriend. You know what I mean. He’d clomp along with me to see my friends, and I wouldn’t necessarily even want him there but would have to pretend to, and then I’d have to reciprocate by seeing his friends. Ughhh.

I know I’m thinking about this all wrong. I used to fantasize about how much fun it would be to meet someone… but now it just seems like it would take away from all my precious loves. Not that it matters cuz I don’t meet new men these days, but this is stream of consciousness Saturday. ๐Ÿ˜€

Octolages

As is my way, I’m doing City Sonnet’s photo challenge in one swell foop. This time, the whole month will be right here in one poast! How exciting! Since I didn’t want to overwhelm my readers with 31 full-size pics in predictable order, I mashed them up in collages. First, I will poast the key, and then I’ll show you my photo art. You can match them up if you like, or simply enjoy for a minute and return to your normally scheduled life.

A Return to Normalcy

I always say I like the routine of the workweek. I enjoy getting up early with a sense of purpose, knowing I can’t laze around too long because I have to get dressed and go to the office soon. I wouldn’t want to work at home in sweatpants, since I like having a reason to dress nicely and, most importantly, have a collection of shooze in various colors and styles. Not to mention boots! If I worked at home, I’d never wear adorable corduroy skirts with cute sweaters and boots. The horror.

Plus the workweek makes the weekends so much sweeter. You schedule fun plans (or no plans!) and look forward to seeing friends, going to cool events, watching movies, or just blissing out in peace when Saturday morning rolls around.

That said, for over a week last week I hibernated with my daughter up in NorCal and really really enjoyed it. I drove her car to the store twice, and we took short walks around the neighborhood. But other than that, and letting her doggie outside in the back, I stayed in, wore sweats, and pretty much did nothing but read books, blog, color, eat various carbs, snack on candy, etc. I also kept checking the online news too frequently, blech!

Point is, I quickly forgot how much I allegedly love the routine of getting out of the house and going to work in a cute outfit, and I immediately adapted to shlumping around like a retired brown bear. Didn’t realize how adaptable I am. What a nice trait to discover so late in life. (Pats self on back.) (Ow.)

But today I’m back to normal.

Traffic Tirade

Everyone hates traffic, but I would venture to say that most people get upset with jams on the road because they haven’t given themselves enough time to get to their destination. Then they’re cranky and upset because they’re late. I always leave extra time because I know there is likely to be a nasty clog at some point, and the longer the trip the higher the odds. So, time isn’t my issue.

People are. The cranky, upset people who behave unpredictably terrify me. They’ll abruptly change lanes unsafely for no reason. They’ll start honking because they’re angry and must express it, even though that accomplishes nothing. If I need to change lanes to exit, I try to be polite, but occasionally am forced to be slightly aggressive, due to these idiots guarding “their” space like a lion stalking a gazelle, and I hate that. It makes my head pound. So stressful.

Tirade aside, I’ve been thinking about where I would live if I could do whatever I wanted, and surprisingly it wouldn’t be out in the sticks away from traffic and crowds. I don’t like feeling isolated from civilization and culture. What I did enjoy was living in Chicago and not owning a car. I was free from driving stresses and car expenses. I used their great public transportation system whenever I needed to, along with the occasional taxicab. I went wherever I pleased without one iota of concern re traffic and parking. That was fabulous!

That’s my ideal: another city with great art, restaurants, museums, etc. AND a reliable public transportation system, but also affordable and not ridonkulously cold or beastly hot. That rules out every major city, unfortunately. ๐Ÿ˜‚

A Big Scoop of Bloggy Goodness

I like personal blogs ~ and no that’s not a euphemism for pr0n. I don’t need to see any body parts, thanks. In fact, I don’t even need to see your face, as gorgeous as I’m sure it is. Some bloggers prefer to jabber away in a bit of anonymity, and while I wish no one felt a need to do this, I respect the decision. Even I don’t reveal my full legal name, because trolls and stalkers.

What I’m talking about is people blogging about themselves and their lives, for the most part. I like to know how others think, how they feel about issues, what’s going on in their world. I don’t mind if people link to news articles if they give their personal opinion about the article. I used to say this repeatedly on Facebook: why are you simply linking to a piece on FOX or CNN? I know how to read the damn news. Give me your take on the story. But nope. Link after link after link. I hid people because of it. To this day, I don’t understand why they do that. Do they really believe their friends are too stupid to read the news without directions? Thank gawd I’m done with that FB crap.

I lurve the bloggers I follow now. In most cases, y’all give your opinions on whatever you link to, and that’s what I want to read. Your thoughts! Even if you’re discussing a pile of songs from the 1960s, I’d like to know what inspired you to choose those particular songs or that artist. What are your memories or emotions from that era which this music evokes?

The human interest angle is what makes a blog shine, even if it’s ostensibly about recipes or flowers or doggie photos. When you consider your favorite TV chef or vet or home improvement guru or whomever, it’s the host’s personality that grabs you more than the content. The content could be offered by anyone.

The other week I watched a docu about meerkats, of all the ridiculous things. But it was fascinating. Why? Because of the narrator! He had a lovely, sexy British voice (redundant there, I realize). I had to look him up: Bill Nighy. He’s the reason why I watched a whole bunch of eps and may watch more. Savage little beasties really. (Btw, it’s called Meerkat Manor, and you have to watch the UK version to get Bill, otherwise you end up with Stockard Channing. ๐Ÿ˜)

Ta!

A Bit Of Pontificating

It’s been a while since I said anything controversial and pissed people off. I shall attempt to remedy that right meow. ๐Ÿฑ

Like everyone else, I believe I have achieved the perfect balance between extremes. Almost no one categorizes herself as a loony lefty or a rightwing wacko, though we can all easily find some (if we so desire), label them, and mock. I’m no exception and neither are you. How does that feel? ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

We all want to be special. We like to think our ideas are exciting and unique, but mostly they’re not. So sad. Sometimes we get jealous and irritated at people who, for whatever reason, have staked a claim to fame, so we criticize them. I do. You do too, right? I probably could find a hundred better uses of my time. Even checking the news now is mostly a waste of time, since it’s almost all repetitive garbage about our horrible POTUS and celebrity fluff.

Did you catch that last sentence? Like most reasonable people, I think the POTUS is a deranged, narcissistic moron, but you may have also noticed I don’t spend much time talking, poasting, or tweeting about him. What’s the point? I wouldn’t be saying anything new or interesting, and I’d just get myself all riled up. For nothing. I’ll make my preferences known on my ballot.

Note that I’m not criticizing people who spend loads of time focused on hating the Prez. Go for it. Some folks make a living that way, but even if you don’t and you’re having fun, great. I don’t find the hate-follow to be enjoyable ~ in fact, I try to block the things I hate. The entire Trump family is blocked from my twitter feed, and I only wish I could block them and the KarJenners from regular news as well. I actually consider them on the same level, though I guess Kylie is richer than all of them because… lipstick?

Maybe I’m just jealous. I admit it might be nice to be a beautiful billionaire. I’d at least be willing to try it for a year, hey. If it didn’t work out, no hard feelings, I’ll leave with a nice parting gift of $100M, okies? And all the clothes and plastic surgery, natch. ๐Ÿ˜€

It’s been almost 6 months since I deleted my Facebook account, and I find that my peace of mind has increased accordingly. I encourage everyone who feels stressed by the level of hate and negativity online to consider giving up Facebook ~ it really is a pit of despair. I’m not talking about the ads and scammers, which are bad enough, but your friends. Yes, them. Your friends are depressing. I’m not making this up ~ there have been studies. No, I’m not spoon-feeding you links; you know where Google is. If you have a bunch of sad friends talking about their sads, it will tend to bring you down. If you have a bunch of shiny, happy friends poasting about their perfect lives, you’ll get down about that, even if you suspect they’re faking it. And then there’s all the relentless arguing about shit that doesn’t matter in the context of friendship. Do we really have to engage in vicious name-calling with friends of friends, people we will never meet, over abortion, gay rights, immigration, etc.? Why?

I’m outta that horror stew for good. I know there are folks who get into the same (or worse) mess on Twitter, but I’m not one. I don’t jump into controversial threads, and my own little tweets never go viral. Exiting FB didn’t cure all my problems, but it was a nice start. I’ve exited many other online time-wasters too, such as Instagram. And guess what? I don’t miss taking constant pics of my food. Gawd, that was silly.

I’m trying to stop reading comments on news articles because they’re just a magnet for trolls and other nasty types. I condemn any publication that allows anonymous, unmoderated comments in order to boost clicks. It’s just wrong and encourages racists and misogynists and all manner of bullies to spew their hate. Whenever I see one of these creepsters, I do not engage, but use whatever means available to block them from engaging with me online. I know that’s not everyone’s way (and didn’t use to be mine either), but I find it works best for me now. The more you feed them, the more they will return. It’s a universal law.

I guess that’s enough pontificating. For now. Kinda got into it… might do moar soon. Consider yourself warned!

Activity vs Energy

Two perfect words popped up as prompts today: activity and energy. This is a great follow-up to my migraine poast because many days are a balancing act between wanting to participate in more activities and lacking the energy because of dealing with a chronic disease. Managing migraine is a serious job.

Today is a good example. I woke with a bad migraine and had to take Rx meds in order to go to work (Excedrin was not gonna cut it). They helped, but by the time I got home I was exhausted. I have no “spoons” left for anything social, and right now I am trying to summon up some scraps of energy to do a bit of exercise. This is pretty ordinary for me and I’m sure other chronic pain people can relate.

Check out Amanda Workman’s article about how migraines affect our social life. She really nails it.

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Btw, it was amusing trying to find a scales or balance photo in the WordPress free media library. Scales produced snakes, and balance gave me yoga. So, I had to steal from Google. Whaddaya gonna do?

Hotel California Mixup

On a dark dessert highway,
Cool wind in my hair,
Ubiquitous robots
Searched the cars for eclairs.

Up ahead in the distance,
Someone was cooking with spice.
My mouth watered and my eyes grew big;
I had found my snack for tonight.

There she stood in the doorway…
I heard the oven bell.
She said how about some noodles?
I spied a hidden chocolate pie shell.

Then she lit up a candle
And said Happy Birthday!
The robots danced in the courtyard,
All in honor of PJ!

(Bet ya didn’t see that coming.)

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Sometimes You Feel Like A Nut [SYW]

Sometimes you don’t!

Share Your World questions from Cee:

Do you prefer eating foods with nuts or no nuts?

Complicated Q. I love peanut butter. In fact, I recently rediscovered my taste for crunchy PB, after declaring I hated it for decades, only because Target was all out of Jif smooth (I’m a choosy mommy). Yes, I know that peanuts aren’t technically nuts. ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ™„ Sometimes I enjoy snacking on almonds, cashews, etc. I love marzipan and any pastries made with it. But the nuts stop there. I don’t want my c00kies, brownies, ice creams, etc. adulterated with nuts. So annoying! (Of course chocolate candy can have nuts; that’s entirely different.)

Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?

My preference is closed, to keep monsters and ghosties safely shut away, but my cat has other ideas and often opens them in the night to hang with the otherworldly beings.

Are you usually late, early, or right on time?

Almost always early unless I force myself to be on time or deliberately late. Is just my way of avoiding the stress of worrying about being late. I can always sit in my car and read something if I’m ridiculously early. Also, I tend to get lost, even with GPS, so I need to build that in.

What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week? ย Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.

So many things! I had a great week and hope I don’t jinx myself by saying so. Last Monday I was still spending time with my lovely daughter and we were having fun painting to vids from YouTube. Tuesday I saw Crazy Rich Asians and enjoyed it a bunch. Wednesday I had a delicious free lunch at work courtesy of the landlord. Saturday I had a blast playing board games with friends. Yesterday I just chilled with Mr. G watching Monk all day… home sweet home!