My personal escort to bed.
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My personal escort to bed.
I want there to rose oil in the water.
I want the water to be hot and perfect.
But the bathtub isn't clean enough.
And as you probably know, cleaning a bathtub is not conducive to relaxation.
This is a problem.
Messages are important
Especially now I'm back in England, where it's chucking it down and about 3 degrees C outside.
Like I can't open a simple twist off top by putting a dumb plastic ring around it. Press and turn it says. How about discard and open.
Missing this intensely whilst looking out the window into the cold grey dampness of an English winter.
I'm 50 today....how the hell did that happen? I had a mini meltdown at one point because I was really missing my mom. The realization that she wouldn't be calling to wish me a happy birthday or share some story from my childhood overwhelmed me and I had a good long cry in the shower.
Here's an enduring memory from 2011, when I was on tour with my friend Chris Monti.
Chris and I stopped at Waffle House in Maryland someplace. We observed that there was a jukebox and, after we sat down in our booth, Chris said to me, "I'll bet you five hundred dollars that Santana's "Supernatural" is in that jukebox.' I enjoy checking out the music selection on jukeboxes, so I got up to have a look, and I put a couple of dollars in and ordered up some songs, the Beatles 'Come Together' and Credence Clearwater Revival's 'I Heard It Through The Grapevine' being the first two. While I was punching in my selections, our waitress came up to me and said, "I think your friend is getting hungry." Struck by remorse, as I knew Chris was in fact ravenous, I retreated to our booth to look at the menu and order.
[This doesn't really enter into the story, but I noticed that the jukebox included at least two CDs of music written about Waffle House itself, which I thought was great.]
'Come Together' played and 'I Heard It Through The Grapevine' started up. About halfway through, though, it suddenly got much quieter. Our waitress came over and made a comment to the effect that they really like hearing country music at that Waffle House. We ordered -- I got a hamburger, which was decent, and some home fries with jalapeno peppers, which were delicious -- and Chris said to me: "You get one English song and one California hippy song and that's it, you're cut off."
Day two with the gutter people on our roof installing the new gutters. They have to come back tomorrow in order to do all of the downspouts and caulking.. and then finished! I can't wait! =)
This is your annual reminder that Wednesday Addams is the actual best.
On the first Thanksgiving: "You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans, and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the roadsides. You will play golf, and enjoy hot hors d'oeuvres. My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will have stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They have said, 'Do not trust the Pilgrims, especially Sarah Miller.'...and for all these reasons, I have decided to scalp you and burn your village to the ground."