Happy Mother’s Day

Idle Musings…

Sitting here with a cup of coffee, listening to the radio and watching rain fall. It’s nice to be able to see the seasons change – we get all four around here! The leaves are turning color and falling everywhere…and clogging up the gutters! Damned maintenance people haven’t gotten around to cleaning them out. Ah, to have a house and worry about such trivial nonsense! Bitching about the gutters, the lawn, and fixing the damned hole in the back fence…that will be grand. Soon, soon…all things in their time, and one step at a time towards high-minded, far-reaching goals.

We took a nice Sunday drive up the Columbia River Gorge (yes, in a CAR – LMAO) and had a nice brunch. We were celebrating some milestones and a couple of personal victories, and gearing up for the next few battles to come! I’m not complaining, either – we’re making things happen and getting things done…it’s all good. The brunch consisted of champagne and seafood, prime rib and salmon lox, tobiko and caviar, and the best damned Eggs Benedict I’ve had in a while. And a chocolate crème brulee! I’d never had one before, and it was decadent and divine…so smooth. I enjoy a good meal and can sit for an hour at a table, snacking and sampling – I was called a hedonist once, and I laugh at that label. If enjoying food, music, and sex makes me a hedonist, then so be it! “I apologize for nothing!” as Hedonism-Bot proclaimed on Futurama, LOL – and seriously, think about it: a good book, a full five-course meal, and a grand piece of music of any genre is like making love.

One has to use all of their senses when engaging in those activities…for instance, when I hear a good song, I want to absorb it. I want it to be a part of me. I deconstruct it each time I hear it, picking each separate instrument out and locating every note. I want to memorize every drumbeat and guitar riff; I want to hear the lead vocals and then pick out the harmonizing, supporting singers. I want to know all of the lyrics and revel in whatever they mean to me. It’s like a mechanic stripping a car down and then putting it back together: that’s what I do with songs. It’s a process that I’ve done for as long as I can remember, sort of like with reading…I’ve been reading for so long that I have no memory or concept of what it was like to not be able to read. I can’t comprehend illiteracy but I understand dyslexia – go figure. Anyway…

What was I talking about? Ah, yes…good music, great sex, good books and delicious, nutritious food – good things! It helps to identify foods that nourish your body, mind, and spirit and don’t harm you: naturally-grown and produced things, not pre-packaged, mass-produced crap. For instance, there was a story on the morning news about the ‘energy’ drink, Monster, and some pending lawsuit. Personally, I think ALL of those things need to be evaluated and analyzed! I tried some Red Bull when it first came out, and that crap gave me palpitations. I felt ill after drinking it; I couldn’t even finish the whole can. It has a disgusting taste, too – how can anyone stand to consume it? There are natural sources of energy right in your own body! One way to boost your metabolism is through exercise, and toning the larger muscles in the body is one of the best ways to do so. Muscle tissue burns more calories than fatty tissue, even at rest. You also don’t need to go overboard with a fitness regimen to stay in shape – one hour per day, six days per week, is plenty. A healthy body is part of the key to maintaining a healthy mind, too.

I’m just rambling this morning…nothing really on my mind; the weather is cooler and it’s time to settle in and hibernate. The fireplace is ready for the first burn of the year, so it’s time to split some kindling and bring in some of the cured logs from the garage. I love curling up in front of the fire with a cup of coffee and a good book! Speaking of which, my cup is empty and calling for a refill. I shall return later in the week…in the meantime, enjoy these songs.

Madness: “Our House”


The Kinks: “Come Dancing”


The Butthole Surfers: “Pepper”


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