Plan on Listening to the Sounds Opinions

interview with Debbie Harry tomorrow on way to work. I wonder if it will be beautiful and warm again in the morning and I can walk?

Queen of the Underground

Didn't have time today to write a fun post but I did write one for my work blog. Exciting insight into my daily life --->here

But in other news, coming soon, to my life:



and then the next night:

Harlem Nocturne

Feeling the Harlem Nocturne this East Ukrainian Village morning.

5:30am Thoughts

Last night before bed I trimmed my bangs.

The whole process of setting up hair cut appointments is a big burden. If a place doesn't have online appointment requests, I will go for months putting off calling them because I have some sort of phone calling phobia. They always tell me "just to drop in for my complimentary bang trim" between appointments but how do I know if my lady is there? How do I know if it is a busy time?

Ugh.

And when I looked at the website yesterday, my lady was no longer in the staff listing so I think she left.

So I was desperate. I think I did an okay job, but now that I am tossing and turning before dawn, I wonder what kind of crazy hair I am going to find in the mirror with the cold morning light?

Robot

The Robot died.
So I thought a bit about Lost in Space, not surprising that it was one of my favorites as a kid.

1. I remember walking around for weeks, okay, years, calling out "Dooooctor Smiiiiiiith." Like the alien lady in that one episode.

2. I thought the dad was more handsome than Don. I kind of hated Don.

3. My sister, Debbie, is four years older than I am. Debbie has blonde hair and I have brown hair. Debbie's best friend, Joy, also had brown hair. When we played Lost in Space, Debbie got to be Judy, because she was the older sister and had the right color hair. But Joy got to be Judy too ... because she wanted to be Judy. Since there were already two Judys, I didn't see why there could not be three.

They told me that I had to Penny, because I was the younger sister, I had brown hair, and my name (Jenny) rhymed.

Penny was cooler anyway.

4. Debbie and Joy also made up a song about me called "Jenny is my Cow. Mooo. Mooo." They obviously didn't grow up to be Bob Dylan.

5. I don't remember the first time I saw Vincent Price, but I know when I did, Dr. Smith was more famous to me. I thought VP looked a bit like him.

Thanks for the TV show, Robot guy.

I wish I could write like Robertson Davies ...1

"McVarish always reminds me of the fairy-tale about the girl out of whose mouth a toad leapt whenever she spoke. He could say more nasty things in ordinary conversation than anybody I have ever known, and he could make poor innocents like Ellerman accept them as wit."

BO Barn

This was my favorite side image from the live feed. It made me giggle. Obama just seems like such a city guy in his distinguished suits, not a barn guy.

SOTU address makes me happy ... well, the W. speeches didn't, nor the Poppy. I don't think I watched any Reagan and if I saw a Carter I don't recall. So basically, Democratic SOTU have made me happy.

So I'm glad to have that to watch and consider at the end of this crabby day. I stayed crabby all through yoga class where I fed my anger, thinking about how I hate that the yoga room smells like butt crack, I hate how my sweaty feet feel on the wood floor when they hang over the towel during savasana, how I hate the first and last weird breathing. And for all that awful, I deserved a pound or two lost.

And now I feel ready to let it go, move beyond it, and start my month two tomorrow.