The world is burning while Nero fiddles … I mean Rome burned while Nero fiddles. Boy what a rough start. I’m sure I’ll be mixing messages and spewing nonsense but feels like we are living in nonsensical times. Orwellian as my buddy KR said this morning. I just could not get up my gumption to reflect before now. Trivial … everything seems trivial. Oy vey!
I truly enjoyed the challenge this year because I mixed haiku with music, two of my most favorite things. Writing those posts was like free therapy. I didn’t get around to reading as much as I had hoped with life intervening, even before this more recent terrible awful, but I plan to take a very in depth road trip pretty soon.
Please pretend my feature image says 2022. I know it doesn’t but my media is about topped off. I wanted the Winner badge and felt like I didn’t have room for two. Of course now I need to figure out what to do with the coveted Winner badge. I figured it out once upon a time and hope to do so again. In the meantime, I’ll add this gem right here.
I have scheduled my maintenance and upkeep. CT scan on 3/14, new crown on 3/21, and be kind to me day on 3/25. When we’ll be out of office, we send planners to impacted team members so they can have the details on their calendars. Of course the extent of this info due to privacy / HIPPA etc, is Jill on PTO. I was feeling cheeky and instead under location I put the Medical Mystery Tour as a play on the Beatles and the earworm continues. Now you get one too 🙂
Roll Up into the weekend, wishing you all the BEST!!!
This week has been one for the memory books. For more reasons than one. There were some bright spots. On Monday we had a team builder with over 1500 people, then Tuesday we narrowed down to just our 30ish, then into small break out groups of 6. We told our origin stories. Dang y’all I learned SO much! We were being vulnerable and all. Several of us enjoy music and someone mentioned John Prine. His music got that person through the pandemic. Of course I had to look him up. To me, John is more of a storyteller but boy can he play the guitar. Here is one of his that I stumbled across after being given his name. I may just have a new favorite. Hope you enjoy as well.
I’m still looking for a Friday feature. This morning, like every morning, I woke up with a song in my head. Earworms, they are called. This awaking to music is a daily event, not only Fridays. Well hell, it is a nightly trying to going to sleep event too. A little like Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist, without the reading of thoughts. The network SHOULD HAVE continued that show. Anyway, an idea was born. On tap for today you have 25 or 6 to 4 by Chicago. Songwriters: Robert William Lamm
Yep, I know I’m cool. lol. I am NOT but I’m happy. Rock on my dudes.
My mind is racing. Thoughts popping like popcorn in hot oil. Yeah buddy. No rest for the wicked. Wicked = ME! Not really but the guilt is overwhelming. The fact that these feelings of culpability are fake as in MSU = making stuff up only makes matters worse. Why oh why do I do this to myself?? I can feel my cheeks reddening with embarrassment. But whatever. I read recently that you haven’t won a Twitter argument until the other person says “whatever”. Here is a big phat f*cking whatever!!!!!!! YOU win! I lose! And I’m okay with that.
TGIF!!! Coming at ya LIVE with revised/renewed category – Sing Along Song of the Day or #SASoTD. Sadly a casualty of the Rona … sort of…
Sing Along Song was the prompt I made for myself to add the video to the last song playing on the radio as I entered the garage and parked before heading into the Thunderdome aka the Mothership, a place that rivals the size of the Pentagon. Yeah buddy. That is a casualty! All that wasted space. But I digress.
No commute = no last song before entry. And with all the crap going on I finally caught a clue that I miss music. I always used it to heal. I need it now more than ever as a distraction. Like Meredith and Cristina on Grey’s Anatomy I might dance it out too. Icing on the cake. AAAAHHHHHH.
Since March, it’s been rough ’round these parts. Not diminishing what has happened to countless victims of Rona. But fortunately for us, we deal with that in the abstract. Sure by now we know of a friend of a friend, someone from work but we have not experienced Covid up close and personal.
Last night, my bestest friend on the planet lost her daddy after years of battling cancer. Since October 9, he had been in and out of the hospital. He managed to stay Covid free but he developed a staph infection. This past Tuesday he decided enough. No more poking and prodding. He was stopping all treatment. He wanted to go home for Thanksgiving.
When he took his last breath, he was surrounded by his loved ones. His wife of 56 years (it was their anniversary to boot, they had just renewed their vows, and he was given his last rites all on the same day), his two daughters and son-in-law. I’m told his passing was peaceful, he just went to sleep. Who could ask for better circumstance.
My friend’s daddy was like a second father to me. I spent lots of time at their house growing up. Some things I will always remember about him is that he had a hot rod car, he played the piano by ear, and he loved his oldies. Oh and I should mention he was the best friend and next door neighbor of B’s dad, our PoPo. Small world isn’t it? PoPo loves the oldies too.
As they decorated for Christmas, his music was playing in the background. Every once and a while he’d open his eyes and say “now that’s a good song”. Then he’d close his eyes again, listening. Imagining that quality time with him in his last hours makes me smile through the tears. QEPD/RIP. Heaven gained another angel.