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Sunday Song: Weathered

 

I weathered the week. I weathered the weather. To recovering from the withering all that weathering caused, I turned to music. My internal jukebox offered up this week’s Sunday Song selection more than once each day this week. What can I say — even my jukebox-y brain has a sense of humor. (‘Tis true that you could say almost any word to me and a song will drop and start to play.)

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Sunday Song: A Single Sensation

I’m a musical gal, from my wee days taking piano and drum lessons, to my current stint in a community choir. Listening to music is what going to church is for some, so I celebrate with Sunday Song. Each week, I post a song that’s been my earworm for the week or something that reflects what’s happening in my world along with a wee story why.

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Sunday Song: Gramm-tastic

I’m a musical gal, from my wee days taking piano and drum lessons, to my current stint in a community choir. Listening to music is what going to church is for some, so I celebrate with Sunday Song. Each week, I post a song that’s been my earworm for the week or something that reflects what’s happening in my world along with a wee story why.

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Signs

When contemplating change, in addition to traditional INFJ (over)analyzing, I pay attention to the world around me, which I believe sends me signs. I don’t go looking for signs — that defeats the purpose. But if something comes my way, and I see / hear / experience it, and it makes my brain go, “Look! A SIGN!” then I take notice. I contemplate then what the sign may be trying to tell me and where it fits into the contemplating process.

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Zen and the art of nose blowing

Such a farce, a tease, a carrot on the end of a stick that was so much further away than I realized. The day I thought I turned a corner, I did — but only to get hit by a second truck I never saw coming. I was better than I had been, but not well. The true meaning of that word wouldn’t arrive in any real way for another five days (read: until today).

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So I’m recovering, still (sinuses are in a battle for their lives as we speak). I get out of the shower last night, super exhausted.

I think to myself, “You know what you need? You need a really good night’s sleep.”

Now, this wouldn’t be a This Is How My Mind Works post if that’s just how it went. The self-conversation actually went like this:

To myself:  “You know what you need?”

My inner Samantha Baker, to me:  “You need 4 inches of bod and a great birthday.”

Me, to me, as well as Samantha:  “No. You need a really good night’s sleep.”

… Although, a birthday would be nice. Mmm. Cake….


Note: If you don’t know that I often speak in movie quotes and/or song lyrics, and/or you’re not familiar with Sixteen Candles, thanks for reading this post that doesn’t make a lick of sense to you anyway.

 

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Una nota de martes

Twas the Tuesday before American Thanksgiving, when we celebrate people in silly hats with buckles pre-snookering cool cats in feather headdresses with crappy food like turkey, but hey, beggers can’t be choosers, eh? I am at work. I will forever be at work. Though told that Friday is “family time,” ergo boss will not be in the office, I will be here, despite the fact that I came from and in fact do still have a family. Apparently, family time = only for the 1%. Continue reading “Una nota de martes”