I know, I know, it's been an age. I wish I had a good excuse but really I've just been wandering around in a sort of daze punctuated by moments spent watching music videos from the '80s (hello, Rick Springfield!) on You Tube. A few things happened: My dad came back from a meditation retreat in Patzcuaro, Mexico; I went out to a bar and got totally blottoed on two drinks (it's been a while since I've found myself in a bar), I finished reading a novel that I thought I was going to love but didn't, I lost four pounds on Weight Watchers. But, as you can see, they lack a certain, um, narrative cohesion. Unless the story they are trying to tell is one about arriving at a plodding middle age. Here's the thing: I have no idea what's going to happen next. I'm not even sure what to look forward to. I know that's supposed to be a sign of depression, but I'm not depressed. I'm just really, really sleepy a lot of the time. But obviously I need to shake things up a bit, no? Now that the Oscars are over and my birthday is behind me I need something to look forward to.
Tell me what you are looking forward to. Maybe I'll get some good ideas.
But here's something: my children have been lovely this past week. We've had our battles, but on the whole it's been quite pleasant. Maybe our endless disciplining is paying off? Or maybe they got together and decided to give the old lady a break. She just seems so sleepy and all.
A thing I like
Betty Davis Eyes, which, let's be honest, is a fantastic song that has really withstood the test of time. I miss the days when you could just rent a wind machine and a get together in your friend's basement and make a video. Although I have no complaints about Thriller either.