A humbling experience to start the day.
But then I called The Whip on my way in to work to find out about buying tickets for the Kelly Willis/Bruce Robison benefit in Bloomington Friday night. But when I arrived at work, someone from the station had already e-mailed me with more information, though I hadn�t left my e-mail address when I called. They rock.
I rock.
Hey, a little self-esteem-building can be a good idea sometimes. Especially when one has been stewing.
Items I Have (Thus Far) Determined I Need to Buy to Live Anywhere Save My Present Apartment:
1. bed
2. couch
3. hand-tinted photo of a swimming hole
4. wood ironing board
5. kitchen and bathroom trash cans
6. toilet brush
7. wine glasses labeled �His� and �Hers�
8. dish drainer
9. towels (bath)
10. compass and/or sense of direction
11. drying rack
12. endless supply of tomatoes
13. cookie sheets/jelly roll pans
14. cutting board
15. renter�s insurance
16. attitude
17. curtains (and the sense to close them)
18. assorted clamps/sawhorses/saw/drill
19. glass measuring cup
20. shovel
21. pictures (4) of birds using dyed real feathers as accents
22. keychain
23. nut chopper
24. tv antenna
25. bay window
26. microwave
27. large wine rack (or table�for rolling pins)
That�d do it. Or would be a nice start.
If anything exciting goes on in the world today, somebody please e-mail me. I�m doing labels and stuffing envelopes. Scandalously easy work.
Today I�m oddly focused on the pitfalls of motherhood, thanks to a frank Q & A session last night at happy hour that was more than a little like this. More on this later.
I�m also pondering the issue of story songs. Like these from Johnny Cash (I heard �Stampede� on the radio this morning�give a listen to the sample) or any from Tom T. Hall. I think Tom T. disproves my theory that all story songs are depressing, but I might argue that he�s the only one who can make �em happy and fun.