"I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and...You're so Vain."
This morning I woke up with Carly Simon singing. It's been awhile since I arouse with a ditty in my head.
Arouse with a ditty in my head? That sounds pornographic.
Waking up with songs going through me is usually a sign of creativity to come, or perhaps it's just exhaustion.
I suppose worse songs could be in my head -- Rhinna's Umbrella! Am I the only one that hates that song? It's so 2007.
Speaking of such...
I was watching "I Love the 70s" on VH1 last night. I stayed up late. It was 1979 and they had a snippet from "The Rose", my favorite movie. I had to stay up late (10:45pm) to watch it. Yet half way through the show I noticed that they were promoting a new "I Love the New Millenium" series. We're not even done with our decade and they're starting on the 00s?
Can you believe it's already been eight years since our new century began? Where in God's good name has time gone by? Let alone the fact the nearly half of 2008 is over.
Alright, enough of that. Jesus Rick. You sound like your mother complaining about the good old days.
It's tough being forty-something. The older I get the more I look like my Dad and act like my Mom. Well, that's not a terrible thing I suppose.
So what else is going on. My friend Phyllis, you know Patsy from AbFab, is coming home in July. Unfortunately I don't have much time off to be with her. This summer is going to be busy at work. I need to get a lot done over the next couple of months. Balls to the walls again.
I love that expression.
I believe this morning's ditty is eluding to the fact that I need to get back into my novel. Prior to the move, I began re-reviewing it. I'm such a control-freak I'm only on version 21 or something like that. Seriously. Now that I'm settled into my new place I can resume with life. Carly Simon reminds me of my main character Carolyn, a tall gawky horse-teethed yet pretty in her own way singer/actress in her early 30s toying with the idea of leaving the entertainment industry.
Oh, back to looking like my father and of cresting the millennium: This Sunday, I'm doing the Cancer Walk again. Recall my Dad died of cancer back in 2000. If you care to see a picture of him and me, when I was a little half-pint, click here. Also, while you're there slapping down a secure donation of a few bucks would help ease the life of a cancer patient. Due to a late start in requesting donations, I'm way short of my goal. Oh well...every little bit counts.
Over and out...
P.S. Bandit's says hello. He wanted me to mention that he's on antibiotics for a bladder infection. Bloody urine. Yuck!