Flights of fancy

Recently I read a post about not liking to vacation. Well I hate to pack and have even had nightmares about it: missing planes, trying to pack all this stuff(like boxes and boxes of books/shoes,etc.- but maybe that's the moving dream I have mixed up here). And I also always forget things in the dreams and real life. Usually hair products/make up in the dreams. This trip we got about a mile or two when I remembered what I'd forgotten and yelled, "I forgot my "jewelry"; we turned back and I got it and of course I grabbed a couple other things while I made my mad dash through the house. We don't always turn back tho; like when we are 1/2 way to Logan airport in Boston and I remember that I forgot my sunglasses - just buy a cheap pair when you get there.

I've also noticed that I have turned into a hypochondriac when I go away; packing bandaids, eye drops, ibuprofen, old Rx's just in case my back goes out.
But usually when I get there I'm enthralled and ready to move. Anyplace seems better than home with the mundane,problems and all.

On the road

ok did i actually read that Jack Kerouac book? or am i thinking of Wllie Nelson's singing "on the road again". ok all you book aficionados: who wrote "Been down so long looks like up to me"? (answer at the end of post) i'll give you time to think or google.

Leaving tomorrow on a road trip to Pittsburgh til Sun. Should take about 12 hrs. I don't know which I hate more long road trips or flying.Going to a family wedding(not my family) and bringing the kids (g-d help me). But at the end of the rainbow there is a good friend waiting. Happens that one of my very dear old (have to be careful bout using that word now - but i mean we go way back) friends lives there and have wanted to visit her for ages so now i will; in between the dinners and wedding. So I am going to plug in that laptop that has been gathering dust and maybe get used to it on the road.

Wish i could write it upside down.. but... it's Richard Farina. I wonder how many actually knew that.

Field of dreams

Watched Field of Dreams tonite with my 11 yr. old son. I vaguely remember seeing it years ago and thinking it was a little "hokey" for my taste. But watching it tonite with my son reminded me that sometimes the magic works. He was totally into it, wanting to believe and enjoying every magically moment. It showed me how totally jaded us grown ups can be, not to be able to believe anymore. It was nice to just sit back and let the magic happen.

Yard sale

Hit the yard sales last sat. morning with my son. Arlo Guthrie was playing on the radio as we pulled out of the driveway; doing the long story before the song about the pickle and the motorcickle; was so glad when L. found it amusing too. We spent $2.65; L. purchased a Red Sox collectors baseball with a picture of Fenway Park all over it for $2. The asking price was $4, when we declined the kid selling it dropped the price 1/2 and he even offered to go get the plastic case for it that was in his room. Someone should give that kid a lesson on marketing. If it had been in the plastic case we might have payed his asking price. Then at the next yard sale I found a book that I've wanted to read, Cheat and Charmer by Elizabeth Frank, for a quarter! The hardcover edition that I saw at Borders a few months back but couldn't afford the sticker price. Books and baseballs, life is good.

Spilt wine

Saturday I started the day off with my 11 yr. old son telling me " no eating upstairs" ( my mantra), I said ok and he took the plastic bowl of roasted soybeans (which we don't even like, but better than eating chips) downstairs; well almost, he spilled them all over the stairs. We both cleaned them up,the dog did too( he liked them ).
I ended the day spilling my wine all over the desk while I was trying desperately to figure out why I couldn't get online(I'm not addicted). After plugging and unplugging everything it seems to be up and running, altho on refection I should have just shutdown, sat down( with the wine and my book) and called it a day. Moral of the story: Don't cry over spilt soybeans but you can over spilt wine.

You know you are old

when you reach up and find a pair of reading glasses on top of your head while you are wearing a pair with one side thing missing(what is that part of the glasses called again?). And there's another way that you know- you forget what things are called and where things are or where you put them. I don't lose my car on a regular basis I just plain never remember where I parked it(this happens at the Mall or supermarket usually). And then there is this - I have to go back and retrace my steps (walk back upstairs) to remember why I went downstairs in the first place. So what's next? I did go and buy 2 more pairs of glasses so I threw out that broken pair. Now I have a pair on the nightstand, here at the computer desk, downstairs in the kitchen, in my pocketbook and in my labcoat. I guess next I can get one of those string things and wear them around my neck .

Blogness

Ok so what is this a blog about blogging? Have I bored everyone to tears yet? Have I managed to chase away the few people that actually frequented this site? One day she threatens quitting, the next she's back singing a ditty. I guess those guys residing on my shoulders intend to fight to the death. I need to get some new material for those guys then, maybe a few jokes. And what will I write about when I stop beating the blog thing to death? Okay I could start with those saved drafts, maybe tomorrow.

Feel my best

Staring at this screen, typing on these keys. Writing a post or reading a post. Commenting on someone's blog or reading one of mine. Of course I still have my doubts about why I am even doing this, for what purpose. But then the guy on the other shoulder pipes in,"Does everything have to have a purpose, can't you just enjoy it, get on with it." To which the 1st guy chimes in sarcastically,"yea, there is a purpose, a purpose on to heaven". Well i've been struggling with that one for many years so wasting/spending a little time on here shouldn't matter at all.

Ain't gonna work on Maggie's Blog no more

How blog obsessed am I really? I promised myself last night when the clock was ticking towards midnight, and I was still reading posts and comments, that I wasn't going to blog this morning, and here I am even before coffee. I decided to conduct a test of how many times I do come back to this darn computer during the course of my supposed getting things done. It is now 10:25 (an unusually late start for me, but I am sleep deprived and it's my day off.) I've gotten dressed - pulled on some jeans and still wearing sleep t-shirt. I remember I wanted to send off a quick email to friend. Finally to the coffee which I need badly if I'm ever going to get going here. I'm feeling like one of those little kids, in the backseat of a car,whose parents challenge them not to talk for 5 min.

A friend called and I talked on the phone while I drank my coffee. Then I found an excuse to go back online - I discovered a credit card payment due by 1:00 PM today or lots of fees, 0% rate and goes up to g-d knows what; very good excuse to go back on but the computer's running extremely slow and I have to sign up for this online payment - managed to beat the clock and got it done with 20 min. to spare. Checked email, fired off one and now it's time for those damn bathrooms - I'm going in, it's 1:40.

I lied I still haven't done them. Found another overdue bill, so I went back on under the pretext of paying the bill, which I did, but of course I cruised a few blogs/comments. Well I am making myself a promise(year right, I know another one from the world class promise breaker) I will not get back on here until I'm done cleaning. Note- someday I am going to have a cleaning lady, then what will I procrastinate about. Well there is always the paperwork. And I wonder why it never looks like anything got done at the end of the day.

Dylan

Watching the Dylan special was great except for seeing how old he looks. I liked the clips of him when he was young better. The thing I really liked was what Liam Clancy said to him one nite in a bar after about 100 pints of Guiness. "Never forget Bob, no fear, no envy, no meaness."

word lover

I'm a lover of words, is there a word for that? but then I am a lover of music too and art and photography and film. Words like music are fascinating because of the endless possibilities. I don't dabble in art so I don't know about that and in photography I guess there are the endless opportunities,finding the light just right, framing your subject just right and of course taking that picture that tells a thousand words. So there are book lovers, music lovers, art lovers,film lovers, poetry lovers(tho there seems to be more poetry haters from what i read in the blogosphere), blog lovers (from what i hear) and just plain lovers of words.

Deep purple

Discovered the other nite that my 11 yr. old son and i have another song in common, smoke on water by Deep purple. If you don't know it, you would if i hummed a few bars. It's scary that we have the same taste in music. From rap to reggae and back to the oldies. Today he asked me if he could borrow my Police CD. But then I do remember watchin, what the heck was that show with the bubble machine? Lawrence Welk with my mother, remember the polkas. Ok i realize I just made myself ancient history. But then I did see the Beatles on Ed Sullivan. I saw Bruce Springsteen in a small theatre right after his 1st album, Greetings from Asbury Park. And I saw Bonnie Raitt in a small club in NYC before her first album came out, she opened for John Lee Hooker. Boom Boom Boom Boom. Oh yeah and I saw The Who and BB King at the Filmore East. I would've loved to see the Stones this summer if tickets weren't the price of a car payment.

blogging is better than sex

Ok I will admit it,this is another one of my ploys to attract readers. And we all know that the title is not true. I remember once a waitress that i worked with saying, "Lobster is better than sex..you always know it's gonna be good." and then i bet there are tons of chocoholics who would testify to chocolate being better than....but blogging? well but...there's always someone to blog with, you don't ever have to fake blogging and if it's not a good blog well there's always another.
sounds like a good blog joke to me.

keep on bloggin

To the tune of Truckin by the Grateful Dead
Bloggin
like the doodah man
i keep bloggin
got keep bloggin along
well i'm back by popular demand. Joke. Ok i gotta admit, when i am ready to quit is when no one has been by to check in, check me out, whatever. But give me a couple of visitors and I'm ready for round 4. Except when i come across a really exceptional blog: you know the ones with thousands of hits,loads of comments and brillant words, then i am ready to do the ostrich thing again. Well lets just call this baby bloggin, ya know, baby steps, just one step, one word at a time.
got a keep bloggin along.

Giving up blogging

Giving up blogging til i get the weeding done, the checkbook balanced, the bills paid/paperwork done,the school and activities schedules figured out, the bathrooms cleaned, and everything else i've forgotten or avoided. This was a saved draft of reasons to stop; but now i have a new one to add. Unless i am writing this for myself, no one reads this drivel except a couple of old friends and a couple of cyber friends and then those occasional search engine people looking for bedroom eyes.

Blogging is just the newest and greatest form of time wasting for me because you can say you need it for your underfed creative soul or to work on your chops and to hell with the dirty bathrooms.

Poison Ivy

Remember that song? guess I'm dating myself now. It was kinda catchy (sorry I really didn't mean that as a pun). My poison ivy is not going away;looks like 3rd degree burns with those blister bubbles. Started steroids 3 days ago and it still looks like the poison ivy is winning. I was told the steroids can make you loopy, and i said,"what loopier?". Then i started worrying about my state of mind which already is not good these days; i didn't know if loopy would be a good to add to the mix. But i think steroids just act like caffeine . It's time for me to get a dose of both. Just wondering if anyone out there ever burst the blister/bubbles before I try it.

Books

If books arent' selling as I have heard, how come there is always a line at Borders. What about the price of books? Maybe that has something to do with it. Who can afford them at these prices. I was so excited when i found an old fashioned small version of the Shreve book that i wanted to read on vacation - The Last time they met. Working people books . Sure those bigger versions are nice,but I don't want to marry the book I just want to read it, and i'd rather get two books.

Bedroom Eyes II

I just figured out how to work site meter. I'm wondering if anybody else does this? click on all the visit info on the people that have visited your site. Its interesting to see where they're from and how they found you. The most popular way thus far of locating my blog it seems is from a search engine of bedroom eyes, which brings up the blog post(May19th) of a poem I wrote many years ago. I'm sure they are disappointed when they find it; i can only imagine what they were looking or hoping for. Interesting marketing tool tho; if i were trying to attract a larger readership I could just make sure all the titles either had a body part or something erotic in the title. Hmmm... well not to disappoint I included this picture - the best I could come up with.

Still thinking

what to write about now?

Well, with the hurricane and the hurricane victims and the stories of the hurricane and the victims and the controversay over whose fault it is and how did something like this even happen in the richest country of the world it's hard to think or write about anything else. Then there are the problems right in your own backyard that are too devastating themselves to talk about. I guess i'll be back when i can figure it all out and put one word in front of another.