Working in the garden, laboring in the summer sun planting Shasta Daisies, I remembered The Skimmer had said he was going to take nap. Nicely and politely requesting his assistance, I asked, nay, suggested, that I might need one more bag of dirt from the garage.
As he turned to get it I asked sweetly, "Where are you going to take a nap?"
And I heard his voice boom from inside the garage, "As far away from you as I can get so you stop giving me chores to do!"
Since fawns are born around mid-May each year 'round these parts, that puts this babe at three months old. She's been my friend this week, moseying around in the field next to our condo, exploring, nibbling on whatever strikes her fancy, and posing for pictures. And she does strike one, wouldn't you agree?
I was making dinner last night. I had turned up the burner too high and alfredo sauce began popping up out of the pan and all over the place. The counter tops, the cabinets, the bread box, the floor, me. And it was hot! Every time I'd get hit by a little blob of alfredo sauce, it hurt! I was on the phone with a friend, who was talking non-stop, not even taking a breath. So I couldn't break in to tell her to hold on a second because I am being scalded to death, one blob at a time. I was able to reach around to the back of the stove to turn down the burner. Even after a minute, the sauce still popped and plopped, as if it had taken on a life of its own and I'm cradling the phone on my shoulder, hopping around trying to dodge the scalding blobs and I grabbed a paper towel to wipe up the mess.
Wiping at the stove, I got the paper towel too close to the burner and it caught on fire! So I blew on it. Did you know that blowing on a fiery paper towel doesn't do a thing to put a fire out? It doesn't. So I'm cradling the phone, blowing on the fiery paper towel, hopping around trying to avoid the scalding blobs while my friend is still talking a mile a minute. Ducking and dodging the sauce blobs, I hopped over to the sink, turned on the faucet and was able to put the fire out! And my friend just kept on talking and by the time she took a breath for me to break in, the moment had passed and I was too exhausted to go into the whole story.
Read this morning that today would have been Lucille Ball's 100th birthday. Must have been channeling her last night!
Ricky Ricardo: Lucy's actin' crazy.
Fred Mertz: Crazy for Lucy, or crazy for ordinary people?
Zombie Rotten McDonald (formerly known as the princely billy pilgrim) sent me an email early last week:
Hey Blue Girl, need a little favor.
Remember that ultimate Genesis live playlist CD I made for you?
Itunes botched some of my playlists; could you send me the track list for that?
Well, of course, I thought to myself, while also wondering if he had used that semicolon properly. And why did he capitalize the I and not the t in iTunes? Is the man losing it? I couldn't figure it all out so I opened up my iTunes and searched for Genesis.
No Ultimate Genesis Live Playlist popped up.
I panicked. Where's my Ultimate Genesis Live Playlist?!
I tried every trick I could think of, which was basically searching "Genesis" over and over again thinking I had misspelled it only to again and again not find my Ultimate Genesis Live Playlist.
I didn't tell Zombie right away. I had to build up my courage.
While I was building up my courage, I continued to search my iTunes. And a-ha! Under my Playlists column was a folder I had created called "Genesis."
Which had one song in it.
And then a-ha again! I saw a folder I had made called "BP's Genesis!"
Which had one song in it.
And then I started checking other folders I had made in order to organize my music so that I could listen to whatever I wanted to listen to whenever I wanted to listen to it. Folders I had made and named, for example: "General" and "Just Stuff" and "More Stuff."
Not a Genesis song in any of them. But interesting to see which song I had selected to put in each folder.
"More Stuff": Cold Iron Bounds. Which I have listened to 98 times. And was last played on 11/30/09 at 9:26am.
iTunes can tell you all kinds of details about when you did what and how many times you did it, but no matter what I tried, it couldn't tell me what had happened to my Ultimate Genesis Live Playlist. I was heartbroken but I decided to face facts and tell Zombie that I couldn't send him the track list because I couldn't find it and how could I not find it? Made no sense.
I felt really bad about it.
Now, over this same period of time I was doing other things besides searching for that track list. Like working. And not doing other things at all. Like blogging. I would, however, check my blog now and then just to clean up spam comments. I haven't written anything for my blog since early May, but that doesn't stop xanax or trackshoes from leaving comments on things written long ago:
Really great post, Thank you for sharing This knowledge.Excellently written article, if only all bloggers offered the same level of content as you, the internet would be a much better place. Please keep it up!
Why, you are more than welcome, xanax. Delete!
But, early last week I got a comment from a new Facebook friend.
Well, thank you very much, chris hayday!
Didn't think too much about it and went back to not blogging and wondering about that playlist, trying to remember what was on that playlist, worrying I'd never know. Worrying about Zombie never knowing. None of us ever knowing. Went back to working and playing the one song which was never a Genesis song in each of the 54 folders I have created in iTunes over the years.
Zombie and I emailed each other for the rest of the week. Had fun talking about things like Pinko Punko, Chuck Todd and Luke Russert. But still, I felt bad I couldn't provide him with that playlist.
And then a light bulb went off early Sunday evening. Much like Clark Griswold's 25,000 twinkling lights went off once Beverly D'Angelo had her light bulb moment.
I happened to think of chris hayday's comment on a post I had written years ago but a post I did not re-read when I first read his comment that he left right around the same time Zombie emailed me for the track list! I then twirled my hair and quickly clicked over to my blog suddenly remembering he had used the word "playlist" in his comment! And then I read his entire sentence again: that's a pretty good playlist. And then I thought, pretty good playlist might equal Ultimate Genesis Live Playlist! And I scrolled up as fast as I could and there it was! The Ultimate Genesis Live Playlist spelled out, song by song, right in the post from more than two years ago on a blog I've been ignoring forever except to read and delete mostly spam comments that say things like Really great post, Thank you for sharing This knowledge but of course keeping others like the one from a guy I just made friends with on Facebook!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
I couldn't wait to email Zombie to let him know! Which, of course, I did right away.
xanax was right. My level of content does rock. But only because of my blog and Facebook friends. And so does the universe. I love when magic happens.
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