You have got to admit it….we are all aging, even you young whipper-snappers (not sure if any of these are reading my blog but just in case)
As hubbie is painting up a storm, he has on the Golden Oldies. I hummed along to several of the good ole tunes; had to get up from my desk to sing along to others; and finally fled into the living room to dance to Wooly Booly. And we think the music of today is strange. Ok so it IS strange but a different sort of strange from ‘our day’. In our day, when the composer wanted to be rebellious or make a strong statement, he or she just gurgled and bumbled an assortment of vowels and grunts but it was MUSIC to our innocent young ears! Wasn’t it?
Then when Jim Reeves started crooning, Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone my creatively kooky mind went into gear. I no longer pictured a sweet young thing on the other end of a black dial phone; rather I saw myself plugging one ear whilst straining to hear what the caller on my cell phone was telling me. And not because of the noise of traffic but rather because I am getting a wee bit hard of hearing. Yup, I’ve admitted it. I have to turn the volume up on the TV; have to strangely tilt my head at that precise angle to capture a better audio vibe. My sweet lips are dangerously close to the phone so as to strain to hear every important tid bit of information while often pulling away before I burst forth an expletive of some sort when the caller mumbles! OMG! Just now I received a call from somewhere east of Timbuctoo (my spell checker has no flippin idea if that is correct) and I found myself snapping at the guy, because he insisted on making it impossible for me to hear! THE NERVE!
So, where was I? Oh yeah, now he totally made me lose track of the brilliant idea I had to share with you. DARN IT…………do you find that too? Everyone else is to blame for your disruptive thoughts? and forgetting things…..well, if they hadn’t…..blah….blah……