Odd Still Life

Ok. This is not new stuff. I wrote this. . . forever ago. (Anywhere from one month to one year ago.) I meant to put it up before now and just never got around to it. Unless I did and it’s actually up on some page somewhere ( or maybe it was one of those pages that got erased by accident, I dont know).

Anyway. . . Here it is:

Music Today (Whenever)

Was just listening to “Everything That Glitters” about a mother who deserted her child (and husband, apparently). Sort of puts things into perspective. I used to cry over that one, but its just too real to cry over.

I mean, you cry over that sort of thing you never stop crying. (Hmmm. A mother who doesn’t give a damn. That I understand.)

Sitting listening to Dickey Lee sing “Rocky”. Old memories, there. Heard that one when I was tiny and it always made me cry. I feel it welling up at that second to last verse. One tiny tear. Gives me the slight shivers, but its so old and its been so long. (Bobby Goldsboro’s “Honey” is like that. Still brings a tear. But you feel like you’re too grown up to really cry over it.)

Last real tear jerker on the disc is a version of “Seven Spanish Angels” with Ray Charles and The Highwaymen. That’s a real nice, old sounding song. Like something from a century and a half ago.

It’s later and I’m listening to “The Change” by Garth Brooks. The one with all the sound clips from 9/11. It brings tears, but it’s not sad. It’s uplifting and beautiful, especially in his resonant voice. Always did like Garth Brooks. He’s very unique.

(By the way, the next song was Two Pina Coladas. A fun drinking song. That’s a good way to cheer up.)

Hello. It’s me. I know. I’m late. As usual. Things have been kind of freaky around here. Plus I’ve been trying to finish the book. (I’m nearly there. –Cross any two fingers on one hand. Double-crossing is bad luck.)

Remember how I used to talk about my diet. Well, I don’t talk about it anymore. I’ve tried a hundred things and none of them have worked, so I’m going to try something I did when I was 14 and lost 25 pounds over the summer. (It’s nothing terribly, horrible. I was never anorexic or anything. I just lived on vegetables and water for a summer. —Come to think of it I’m not much taller, maybe two inches, than I was when I was 14, maybe that diet stunted my growth.— But, no matter. I have a couple of weeks until That Fabulous Spring Holiday when the Big Bunny brings tons of chocolate to my house, so I think I’ll see how much I can lose between now and then.) I’m keeping a video log of my progress, starting today. I’m going to be as honest as I can with it, meaning I’m not going to tell my weight, but I will tell how much I lose. (The videos will be up on Youtube — under teddytayl — by Easter, if not before.)[Well, that never happened, and this edit is taking place in 2009. Yikes!]

Anyway. . . I’ve had many things to think about since I last posted and I’ve written many of them down on Microsoft Notebook pages. I think I’ll probably be posting those sometime between now and 10:30 my time. (When I relinquish my hold on the phone line. My birthday wish is cable internet.)

Well, it’s been real and it’s been fun, but it hasn’t been real fun. (Hahaha. Just kidding. Actually heard that on Lilo and Stitch last week and it still cracks me up. Am I hopeless, or what?  — Wait, don’t answer that question. Rhetorical? That’s right. Yeah. We’ll go with that. It was rhetorical. — Oh, no, now I’ve got that scene from “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead” stuck in my head. I hate rhetoric!)

Okay. That was weird. I will return. In another post. Not long from now. Pretty soon. See yah.