Here is a perfect example of how I keep myself entertained at all times.
These past few weeks I have been exceptionally busy and preoccupied. Not in a bad way, I thrive on this pace. It has not been the stay up all night, work all weekend kind of busy. More like the very full day and lots of plans at night and on the weekends sort of busy.
The thing is, at times like these the little details of life seem to get put on the back burner. You know, like going to the bank, making sure there is milk, buying stamps (yes we still use stamps on occassion, we are very retro) and the biggie this week…
More than once I heard Gary at 6:30 AM mumbling to himself and then asking me, “Do we have soap?”
Infant that I am, the only response I could think of was:
No soap, radio.
Luckily I was smart enough to keep that to myself because frankly his humor is just not all that developed at such an hour. I, on the other hand, would snicker to myself and then rummage through the travel bags to find soap until I finally wandered down to the basement bathroom and grabbed a vintage bar from the shower that is hardly ever used. (does soap go bad?)
Seriously, if you don’t entertain yourself throughout the day, what is really the point? Now might be a good time to tell you how I was sort of dancing a little to a Frank Sinatra song in Uncle Guiseppes this morning holding a big ass can of coffee and was ‘caught’ by a friend who looked at the coffee (and the little dance) and said, “wow, that’s a hell of a lot of coffee, cranking on a deadline?” I told her that actually I was and she was rather impressed that I could still do that little dance.
Don’t kid yourself folks, inside I am way more of a wreck than I appear to be.
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3 responses to “No Soap Radio”
But you handle it so gracefully & with humor * hope your week-end is fun filled despite the bloody heat wave. Enjoy!
P.S. Please post the Sinatra song you were dancin’ to * that would be fun to hear … with You in mind.
ah, if only i could remember. uncle guissepes market plays all sinatra era music