#$!@ Technology!

Well grrrr and good morning, dear reader(s), I start this entry again after Google deleted my last paragraphs I had written. I think I started off by saying I had a wonderful session with YouTube when I awoke, starting off with Pink’s “Let’s Get This Party Started” and ending with the Doobie Brother’s “Takin’ It To The Streets.” I guess it’s a precursor to my meeting with sponsor Shawn at Starbucks today, where I will have my Fourth Step materials outlining some key resentments I have. The list needs some work, some people/places have been overlooked, ghosts from the past that need to be exorcised. Help, Shawn, help! How can there possibly be enough room to list everyone I believe wronged me, some people I don’t even know how to spell their names. And I certainly know that those on your resentment list you end up making amends to, and frankly some of those ghoulish characters don’t deserve any apology from me.

But I don’t want to get bogged down in negativity on this Gray Lady morning, so let me share some funny things I discovered on YouTube. Yes, they had “Don’t Spoil Your Food” (with ketchup, salt, mayonnaise and goo), the public service announcement that aired on ABC during my childhood. Obviously, I’ve ignored that warning, and do quite the opposite, thank you very much. I was able to link up “Material Girl” with Huey Lewis and the News and “Heart of Rock N Roll,” though I was kinda slow with making other connections. I’m not sure if it’s a matter of needing more coffee or whether the meds are more firmly anchoring me, but maybe the Magic Carpet Ride I’m currently on is just weaving it’s course through time. I mean, writing poetry with YouTube, who in the world does this, What’s It All About, Alfie and all of that? And then folding in my red Apple iPhone, it’s all nonsense, but in the words of David Byrne, Stop Making Sense. Guess that guy is on to something.

Whoops, here comes the sun! I see patches of blue outside my hospital window, making me wonder about possibilities for today. I’m entirely pleased with myself that I got the sheets and pillowcases for both beds cleaned yesterday. Hat tip to Chris Rock for reminding me to do my chores. Let the men make their money, we women should just stay at home (if we can stay out of trouble). Listen, I know I’m hard on working women, it’s just based on some insidious creatures who crossed my path when I was working. I don’t know why my Higher Power made it this way, I guess he left it for me to ponder, and I know it’s important for me not to reach conclusions without rigorous research. So you’ll find me looking for women I can admire, one I’ll be paying close attention to is that newly Independent Congresswoman Krysten Sinema.

Well, now Michael is up, looking more and more like a silver-haired American Indian every day. If you had told me my husband would be sporting this look at middle age when I was deciding whether to marry him 21 years ago, I might have run for the hills—but then again, maybe not. Perhaps everything has turned out the way it’s supposed to be, yet that doesn’t stop my longing for getting my written work published and getting some earnings to afford more than one steak dinner (and seafood tower) and perhaps a trip somewhere, anywhere. And yes, a new car, one with a stereo I don’t understand unless Michael programs the stations for me. Ah dreams, yes I have intricate ones at night, but when I awake I never can remember them. Thanks, Depakote.

Wow, I’m amazed, it’s almost a completely blue sky today, and this lifts my mood considerably. Time to call mom and get her morning report. Wonder what she’s been streaming lately, something about the Romans, probably. Or maybe she’s been reading about someone’s poisoned mind? Socrates, perhaps? I know that I don’t know, that’s forever my mantra, and I’d say that keeps me chuckling along with Q-FM 96 these days. Have a great day all.