Things I learned this week

I learned this week…

…that it’s turning out to be a rough year for music.  This week we lost another great – Robin Gibb of the Bee GeesAs I said last week, the Bee Gees were a staple in my house growing up.  Many of their songs rank among my favorites, many of them from the disco era, but the tune that I love to listen to over and over is this one:

No surprise that it was released in the sixties – the greatest musical decade in the history of rock & roll.  RIP Robin Gibb.

…that I smell clean, or so a woman at my local mall informed me this week.  I’m going to take her unsettling observation as a compliment, because to do otherwise would cause my overactive imagination to kick into overdrive and I will begin to believe that I am destined to die at the hands of a deranged serial killer whose taste for blood is triggered by the April fresh scent of my fabric softener.

…that the loss of my tooth crown virginity is a momentous occasion – at least to the staff at my new dentist’s office.   I have to say, I’m confused by their level of excitement.     This is how the conversations went:

Hygienist #1:  How many crowns to do you have?

Me:  None.

Hygienist #1:  None?  This is your first?

Me:  Yes.

Hygienist #1 (with a giant grin on her face):  Awww.

One week later at final fitting and placement:

Hygienist #2 (as she studies my panoramic x-rays on a computer monitor):  You don’t have any other crowns?

Me:  Nope.

Hygienist #2:  Really?

Me:  Really.

Hygienist #2:  Oh wow!  Your very first.  Awww.  (she then gives me a motherly pat on the shoulder)

I think someone should inventory this office’s supply of nitrous oxide.

…that a bit of positive feedback goes a long way in boosting my creative confidence.  I unveiled the opening scene for my work in progress rewrite this week to my writing group.  I’ve agonized and obsessed over this particular scene for weeks.   I was apprehensive about their reaction.  They can be a tough crowd, but the scene was well received.  I made it through an entire read without any snickering or side jokes regarding some unintended sexual innuendo or inadvertent Yoda-speak.

…that I have a new theme song.  Sara Bareilles is on of my favorite singer/songwriter/performers at the moment.   She just finished a grueling tour schedule and is now going to enjoy a little time off before she heads back into the studio.  As a parting gift she gave her devoted fans a five track EP.  It’s musical perfection, as usual, and I have a new favorite.

***Warning:  This is not a song you want to crank up at work or in the presence of your children.  There is quite a bit of crude language so considered yourself warned.  Enjoy.

…that last, but not least, this week’s awww moment is brought to you by the elusive Blue Jay who feeds in my backyard.  I’ve tried for weeks to sneak up on the wily little bastard to snap a picture or two.  My patience finally paid off.

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Things I learned this week

“Procrastination is the most common manifestation of Resistance because it’s the easiest to rationalize.  We don’t tell ourselves, ‘I’m never going to write my symphony.’  Instead we say, ‘I’m going to write my symphony; I’m just going to start tomorrow.’”  – The War of Art – Steven Pressfield.

“The most pernicious aspect of procrastination is that it can become a habit.  We don’t just put off our lives today; we put them off till our deathbed.” – The War of Art – Steven Pressfield.

This week I learned:

…that listening to the Bee Gees or any other disco era music while working out on the elliptical, is dangerous.  Not dangerous in that I might fall off and hurt myself, though that is always a possibility when we are talking about me.  I was passed over when they were giving out the coordination gene.  Case in point:  I once fell off a ladder while painting my bathroom.  I guess I shouldn’t have put the ladder IN the tub to paint.   But that’s a blog for another time.  No, it’s dangerous because I find myself strutting in time to the music.  And when I say strutting think Tony Manero in the opening credits of Saturday Night Fever strutting.

It took me a while to figure out what everyone was staring at.

…that I am easily entertained and enjoy scoffing at the incompetence of others – when it doesn’t directly affect me.  This is a character flaw that I’m not necessarily proud of and yet, I can’t seem to stop myself.

…that my belief that there is some unseen force sucking out the brains of the parents at my daughter’s middle school still holds true.  This week there were no carpool line scuffles, but there was some interesting parallel parking going on.  One lady tried, and failed, to squeeze her mini-van into a slot several times, before giving up.  Instead, she opted for something similar to the photo below.  I took this snapshot in 2004 while walking through the heart of downtown Rome, with my dear friend Manie.  Somehow it was funnier in Rome.Rome 2004

…that I’ve successfully pissed away another holiday break with nothing to show for it.  I was supposed to finish my novel – didn’t happen (though I didn’t really expect to finish and I did make some pretty good progress).  I was supposed to clean out my flowerbeds and winterize – didn’t happen.  I was supposed to finish Daniel Silva’s The Confessor – didn’t happen.  I was supposed to finish working on my husband’s incorporation documents – didn’t happen.  Oh well.  There’s always Spring Break.

…that while I’ve been making word count progress on my novel, I find that I am increasingly frustrated with certain plot points.  Major plot points.  I’m going to have to work this out or I see myself going ahead with the ceremonial cleansing burn in the backyard.  Who wants to bring the marshmallows?

…that Lisbeth Salander is still one of my all-time favorite fictional female characters.  I was skeptical about the American version of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.  I feel that we have become a society of reboots and remakes with very little originality coming out of Hollywood.  I’ve read the book, seen the Swedish film, and I doubted that even the great David Fincher could make this story better.  I was wrong.

***Warning!  Pet Peeve of the Week***

…that it is very frustrating when someone forwards me an email and instructs me to inform them of associated deadlines when the deadlines are spelled out in the very first line of the forwarded email.   I’m all for delegating, but good grief.

…and last but not least – this week’s awww moment is brought to you by this little guy who seems to be digging winter just as much as me.