Salad and Spreadsheets

What did I wake up to yesterday? Salad and spreadsheets on my mind, and thus the day began. And a pork chop, couldn’t forget the pork chop I was to make that evening. My mind was clicking from the moment I woke up. Lots to do, lots to do.

And?

The salad turned out to be tasty. The spreadsheets did what they were supposed to.

All good. And that’s…?

GOOD.

Finally, twelve hours later, the pork chop turned out to be muy delicioso…first time making it too. NICE.

Lesson? Don’t fret if your mind starts racing. Pull it back with a few deep breaths and maybe a list if needed.

And then? Ah yes, that common refrain:

GET AFTER IT.

Lyrics Post: “New Shoes”

Fun? Yes. In fact, GOOD.

As is typical for me, I dive deep when I hear a song I like. In fact, I got this guy’s album, and then dragged my wife along to see him play live as well, based on this one song.

It’s a good one.

Oh, and the pic in this post? Explanation at end. 🙂

New Shoes

“Woke up cold one Tuesday

I’m looking tired and feeling quite sick

I felt like there was something missing in my day to day life

So I quickly opened the wardrobe

Pulled out some jeans and a t-shirt that seemed clean

Topped it off with a pair of old shoes

That were ripped around the seams

And I thought these shoes just don’t suit me

Hey, I put some new shoes on

And suddenly everything is right

I said, hey I put some new shoes on

And everybody’s smiling, it’s so inviting

Oh short on money but long on time

Slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine

And I’m running late and I don’t need an excuse

‘Cause I’m wearing my brand new shoes

Woke up late one Thursday

And I’m seeing stars as I’m rubbing my eyes and I

Felt like there were two days missing

As I focused on the time

And I made my way to the kitchen

But I had to stop from the shock of what

I found a room full of all my friends all are dancing round and round

And I thought hello new shoes

Bye bye blues

Hey, I put some new shoes on

And suddenly everything is right

I said, hey I put some new shoes on

And everybody’s smiling, it’s so inviting

Oh short on money but long on time

Slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine

And I’m running late and I don’t need an excuse

‘Cause I’m wearing my brand new shoes

Take me wandering through these streets

Where bright lights and angels meet

Stone to stone they take me on

I’m walking to the break of dawn

Take me wandering through these streets

Where bright lights and angels meet

Stone to stone they take me on

I’m walking to the break of dawn

Hey, I put some new shoes on

And suddenly everything is right

I said, hey I put some new shoes on

And everybody’s smiling, it’s so inviting

Oh short on money but long on time

Slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine

And I’m running late and I don’t need an excuse

‘Cause I’m wearing my brand new shoes

Oh hey, I put some new shoes on

And suddenly everything is right

I said hey, I put some new shoes on

And everybody’s smiling, it’s so inviting

Oh short on money but long on time

Slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine

And I’m running late and I don’t need an excuse

‘Cause I’m wearing my brand new shoes”

Songwriters: Jim Duguid / Mathew William Benbrook / Matt Benbrook / Paolo Giovanni Nutini

New Shoes lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group

[Addendum: The shoes in the picture? Decidedly NOT new. My courier boots from 1989. Still got ‘em; still wear them; inspiration everywhere, tapping along, GOOD, too.]

From Mundane, to Meditative

My mother ironed our family’s clothes for years. I remember the ironing board being set up in the laundry room, and shirts hanging there waiting to be ironed.

All these years later, I haven’t “had” to wear neatly pressed clothes in maybe fifteen years; I’ve gotten by with gently frumpy a lot of the time.

Now and again I do iron my shirts, and if it’s not a 30 second deal in the morning before work, it’s instead an evening ritual that goes from mundane to meditative, if I’m lucky.

My mind wanders, considers, settles. Other things recede. Maybe I have the classical radio station on in the background, lulling me further to relax.

I do my best to make the most of the fifteen to thirty minutes it takes for the work to be completed. And I enjoy the wrinkles disappearing under the press. The wrinkles melt away, as do my worries big and small. The mundane becomes the meditative.

G, G, GOOD.

Lyrics Post: Dead Man’s Party

This song has a great beat, that’s the hook for sure. And that hook’s what’s got me posting these lyrics, along with the particular theme. It’s a little spooky, just right for HALLOWEEN!

The band name is cool fun too:

OINGO BOINGO. Danny Elfman was the lyrical and musical heart and soul of the band. Great writer, great musician.

And this song, come to think of it, the words do call us to not be afraid…a good message too!

“Dead Man’s Party

I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go

Walkin’ with a dead man over my shoulder

I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go

Walkin’ with a dead man over my shoulder

Waiting for an invitation to arrive

Goin’ to a party where no one’s still alive

Waiting for an invitation to arrive

Goin’ to a party where no one’s still alive

I was struck by lightning

Walkin’ down the street

I was hit by something last night in my sleep

It’s a dead man’s party

Who could ask for more?

Everybody’s comin’; leave your body at the door

Leave your body and soul at the door…

Don’t run away; it’s only me (only me)

All dressed up with nowhere to go

Walkin’ with a dead man (dead man)

Waitin’ for an invitation to arrive

Walkin’ with a dead man…Dead man…

Got my best suit and my tie

Shiny silver dollar on either eye

I hear the chauffer comin’ to my door

Says there’s room for maybe just one more…

I was struck by lightning

Walkin’ down the street

I was hit by something last night in my sleep

It’s a dead man’s party

Who could ask for more?

Everybody’s comin’; leave your body at the door

Leave your body and soul at the door…

Don’t run away; it’s only me

Don’t be afraid of what you can’t see

Don’t run away; it’s only me

Don’t be afraid of what you can’t see

I was struck by lightning

Walkin’ down the street

I was hit by something last night in my sleep

It’s a dead man’s party

Who could ask for more?

Everybody’s comin’; leave your body at the door

Leave your body and soul at the door…

Don’t run away; it’s only me

Don’t be afraid of what you can’t see

Don’t run away; it’s only me

Don’t be afraid of what you can’t see

it’s only me

it’s only me

it’s only me

it’s only me”

Writer(s): Danny Elfman

Good Peeps

There are many people we meet throughout our life. Some we’ll be friendly with. A few will become good friends. Life-long even, if we’re lucky.

And there are those folks we see seldom, they live too far away, or are living busy lives like many (all?) of us are. Consumed by the day-to-day, week-to-week responsibilities and interests and fast-paced world, it’s difficult to make “extra” time for others outside our immediate sphere.

But then we get lucky. We find a sliver, a segment of time that’s FREE!, and the starts align, and the other person can do the same. And then maybe magic happens. We’re able to reconnect easily with another because of common values and maybe experiences and certainly mutual affection and appreciation, we slide ride back into easy convo even if it’s been a long while since you last saw one another.

My family had the good fortune to reconnect with another family recently. They live in So. Cal.; we live in Nor. Cal. We hadn’t seen each other in a while. Didn’t matter. Our families are pretty much the same format: three kids, each fam; two girls each, one boy each; fun-loving and pretty easy-going and soul-full and intent on living the best family life we can. We adults catch up and swap stories; the kids get along ok, and play and live another day, like kids most often seem to do if given the chance.

And that sort of connection, that validation of relationship and history and commonality and appreciation? There’s really not much else in the world like it, I suggest. That sort of experience makes us happy and thankful and feeling lucky, at least it should. Because that sort of experience is special; being connected to other people is special.

One might argue that we humans are of course, social animals, so these connections are not unique, special, sacred. But I would say instead, these connections with others are what make our life experience worthwhile, adding depth and dimension and texture that makes us whole.

Pretty thankful for good peeps.