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Actually, it was just last night. Very interesting modeling job. Crazy (in a good way) teacher and a classroom filled with mentally limber adults. I realized it was a missing I was missing and hadn't noticed. :)
All the folks who normally bring CDs for that class were either forgetful or absent. So the lone cowboy brought out his Johnny Cash CD. The Folsom Prison CD. I love that album. I might have to search it out. I was very surprised to find myself singing (hard to do while holding a pose) with JC on most songs. Didn't know I remembered them. Ah, those were the days. :)
Part way through I was reminded of a Roy Clark song. I damn near broke pose by laughing out loud. The song starts out as a typical (stereotypical) broken heart country song. Then becomes a celebration of shrew elimination. "Thank God and Greyhound You're Gone." It's funny by itself. But it was part of a cassette that Heather loved when she was a toddler. We played it over and over and over while driving from Illinois to California. She sang that song and "I've never picked cotton."
Going to lunch today with small select group that includes Michelle, Jim and Pat (I think). Maybe Suzanne and Jonathon. I hope it also includes the latter three even though more personal time with Michelle would feel really good, I'm pretty sure that group will feel wonderful.
For all the "I shouldn't be this way" crap I create seemingly on a daily basis, my life is really working. Really. And most of the stuff I think I want, I don't really want. More than I don't want that stuff, I actively avoid it. :)
Love is. And I'm going to get a big dose of it in about 50 minutes. Wheee!
All the folks who normally bring CDs for that class were either forgetful or absent. So the lone cowboy brought out his Johnny Cash CD. The Folsom Prison CD. I love that album. I might have to search it out. I was very surprised to find myself singing (hard to do while holding a pose) with JC on most songs. Didn't know I remembered them. Ah, those were the days. :)
Part way through I was reminded of a Roy Clark song. I damn near broke pose by laughing out loud. The song starts out as a typical (stereotypical) broken heart country song. Then becomes a celebration of shrew elimination. "Thank God and Greyhound You're Gone." It's funny by itself. But it was part of a cassette that Heather loved when she was a toddler. We played it over and over and over while driving from Illinois to California. She sang that song and "I've never picked cotton."
Going to lunch today with small select group that includes Michelle, Jim and Pat (I think). Maybe Suzanne and Jonathon. I hope it also includes the latter three even though more personal time with Michelle would feel really good, I'm pretty sure that group will feel wonderful.
For all the "I shouldn't be this way" crap I create seemingly on a daily basis, my life is really working. Really. And most of the stuff I think I want, I don't really want. More than I don't want that stuff, I actively avoid it. :)
Love is. And I'm going to get a big dose of it in about 50 minutes. Wheee!