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Piecemeal

I have turquoise paint on my fingertips and that makes me strangely happy.

Random bits and pieces today. Tomorrow I’ll return with the rest of the horror movie list.

* A year ago, I joined Curves. I was doing really well at exercising three times a week until around Thanksgiving. I tend to lose focus at the holidays. Maybe it’s SAD or something. Whatever. Was just getting out of it when January and February hit with one vacation trip, three cases of random “itis,” a month of deafness from ear infection, followed by the death of my father-in-law and one of my husband’s aunts, the near-fatal choking of a brother-in-law, and to cap it all off, my daughter’s special white cat, which she’s had for 14 years or so, had to be put down. Sheesh.

So, back to Curves. One bit of good news among all this stress was that I did my one-year check with Curves, and even with missing three months at the end of the year, I lost 18 pounds and 18 inches over the year. So go me, right? Yeah, I think so. And I’ll try to do better this year.

* My husband’s been playing David Bowie music for the past several days, as part of a thing he’s doing for an online group. And I’m reminded of how much I really liked Bowie. I liked that he never got in a rut. I liked that he was always willing to re-invent himself rather that be bored or boring.

I admire that. Wish I had the guts to re-invent myself now and then.

Also, I have a shameless love for “A Space Oddity.” I managed to get into into the uber-Christian house somehow, as a 45, and played it over and over in my room. It was like watching a movie. For many years, that was the only David Bowie performance I ever heard, and I’ll always love it. Ground Control to Major Tom…

* Thanks for the scary movie recommendations. One I’ve wanted to see for quite a while is “Cape Fear.”  Glad it sounds as good and creepy as I thought.

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Hey Hey We’re the Monkees!

The out-of-the blue death of Davy Jones this week got me thinking about The Monkees and how much I loved them. I did. Still do. Had a major crush on Peter, but I thought they were all terrific. Davy, in fact, was my least favorite Monkee, at least until I found out he’d been a jockey.

More love.

The Monkees were a formative part of my youth. Such “radical” music as Dylan, Marley or The Beatles would never have been allowed in our house, but The Monkees came across as silly and harmless, except for their long hair and music, and I was able to sneak them under the parental radar. I just about wore out my Monkees albums and had every song memorized. I still remember an amazing number of them, all these years later.

But in retrospect, I realized that I learned some pretty important things from the Monkees. Herewith, my list.

* You can always choose to laugh.

* Puns are an acceptable form of humor; the more groan-y the better.

* If you say rebellious things with a smile, you’re more likely to get away with it.

* Take the chances that come to you. If they’re not perfect, so what? Make changes. If you can’t make changes, watch for the next chance and move on.

* Stand up for your own integrity.

* War is a losing – and a loser’s – game.

* Ask questions.

* Defy authority.

* Don’t take any of it too seriously.

* Follow your own path.

Maybe these don’t seem like much to you, but to me they were absolutely radical ideas. And I loved them. Love them. Hey hey…

 

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