I am listening to music –  a playlist burned from my computer onto a CD disk. The little CD player is sitting on a chessboard/checkerboard that is the top of a table. That top is hinged and I do have to be careful that I place things so the player does not splat itself on the floor. But aside from that minor complication, it works well – my little music setup.

I just pulled songs out that took me to parts of my life – aside from any philosophy and beliefs. Some are tunes I heard before I could remember and some of those were refreshed in the poignant scenes of a movie, such as Roses of Picardy in the documentary about TR and again in The Whales of August with Lillian Gish and Bette Davis.

Oddly enough, I don’t mind the bouncing from one emotion to another.

Count Your Blessings; There’ll Always be an England; Hello Love; I Saw the Light; Buckle Down Winsocki; Running Bear; God Bless the USA; This Little Light of Mine: Forever and Ever, Amen; Love Lifted Me; The Stein Song; Old Time Religion (Tennessee Ernie Ford); Roses of Picardy; 1234; Wabash Cannonball; Men of Harlech; Achy Breaky Heart; Surfin’ USA; Where the Blue of the Night Meets the Gold of the Day.

I was going to add The Minstrel Boy, but 1) I forgot and 2) I was running out of CD space.

Maybe one is here if I can add it to the post. And if I can’t, well. hum Buckle Down, Winsocki.  Or any tune of your choice.

I have things to do today that involve getting other people to certain places and, frankly, I don’t know when these things are supposed to happen. I’m certain someone will come and tell me – they always do.  I have decided to go where the day takes me today and, for heavens sake, I hope it is not into any cleaning job. Since I am the queen of the two minute showers, I am not worried about getting my act together. See, I have some talents . . .

For some reason that reminds me of some 11 years ago when we were in Fountain County to bury my father beside his parents in the Kingman Fraternal Cemetery. We stayed at my oldest cousin and his wife’s house and got there, oh, sometime in the late afternoon. I don ‘t know how I was dressed, but I suppose it was utilitarian and I imagine my hair was going a bunch of different ways. I only remember this probable scenario because the next day when we got up and got dressed to go to the funeral home, my cousin-in-law remarked that I looked quite nice . . . and my cousin blurted out, “Why, it’s like she’s another person.”

Yes, it’s true. That’s me. I’m grinning now; I like things that make me grin.

So, it’s off to go with the flow today – starting sooner or later with that two minute shower. Well, I shouldn’t have added that because now I am thinking of the flow of water whirling around the drain. Hey, it looks dark down there.