What do you see in the coffee swirls?
I’ve never been a good stuffed up person. I’ve never liked taking naps, ask my parents. The last time I slept during the during the day, I’d had all my wisdom teeth out the day before.
Last week, my body was gearing up for my annual cold, and this week it has lashed out.
While I had a towel over my head just above hot water this afternoon, I put together a list of things to do when you don’t do colds:
1. Have your partner/friends bring you cold medicine/cheesecake/tiramisu, without asking them.
2. Call your Dad and say: I have a code in my noeds, and laugh until you lose what little voice you have left.
3. Camp out on the couch, and pretend your Grandma is sitting on the other end of it and your Nana is making you chicken soup in your kitchen.
4. Ration your TV watching, but always make time to watch people yell at other people.
5. Put vanilla essence in your tea, and socks on your feet. The uglier the better.
6. Listen to your go-to music (for me that would be country). If you cry at the sad songs, blame the cold.
7. Read entire books in four-hour jags.
8. Look forward to times you won’t have a cold. Do little things on your to-do list, so you don’t feel like a waster.
9. Take a stroll to shake off the cobwebs. Thank you, gale-force winds.
10. Take funny photos to cheer yourself up.
On my desk today, you’ll find:
Coffee. Today’s blend is Columbian Supremo.
2 of 501 pens in the house at any given time.
My perfume. I’m still working on the same bottle I bought two years ago. I collect perfume. I either have too much or not enough, considering bottles last two years.
An eyeglass cloth, perhaps proof that I have one. My glasses are always smudged, and it would seem I never use it.
Sewing kit. I never use it. That would be a disaster.
Chapstick. It’s never in my bag, because it’s on my desk.
My keys on my Highlander (not that one) key chain.
Extra buttons for my jacket. Unrelated to the sewing kit, because that would be too easy. And make sense.
LOVE bookmark. Found with the rubber chicken on the day I had piles. It isn’t in a book, because I read too quickly to need bookmarks.
(More) Power, juice for my once-hated iphone and ever-loved laptop, which never leaves the house.
Empty Wine Gum bag. Only sweets I’ll buy on repeat. Real wine gives me heart burn.
General layer of random receipts. Let’s just say they’re there so all the other stuff doesn’t ‘scratch my nice glass furniture.’
What does your desk look like right now?
A little light relief…
I have a confession to make. I have piles. Giant piles. Really annoying piles. There’s one in the kitchen, one in the bedroom, and several in the office.
I spent a good part of last week organising the flat, and this task has spilled into this week. Because I rewarded myself with an eyebrow wax (well, both eyebrows, I don’t like to be uneven) and a trip to Starbucks on Friday.
With the help of my new people, several black bags and colour-coded folders, I have tackled my bathroom, my closet, both dressers and the office. Every time I do this, it’s like I’ve been shopping for clothes and other groovy things I forgot I had. Groovy things like pens and bookmarks, and my old passport. Yesterday I found a rubber chicken in the office. Sarge says it’s actually yet another bookmark. He also says he should sort out ‘his half’ of the rooms, because it looks like the cyclone stopped short.
Going through this process, I’ve learned a few things:
1. Black bags are my friends.
2. There’s a couch in the office.
3. I don’t need new clothes.
4. I like being organised.
5. Sarge’s ‘epic detritus’ sounds so much more eloquent than my ‘buncha crap.’
I’m not going to show you my new, tamer purple and blue piles. Nobody wants to see those.
This is what it sounds like to me:
1. The laughter of people I love, especially when I make it happen.
2. Popcorn popping.
3. The noises the coffee machine makes while doing its thing. I happen to think it sounds exactly like a zombie dying. Not that I’d know exactly what that sounds like.
4. My new favourite song. Or old favourite songs. But my new favourite song is pretty cool. It’s this one.
5. Instances of friendly sarcasm, and creative swearing.
6. Well-played bagpipes.
7. Purposeful foot-steps. In heels. In the rain.
8. ‘Another home-run for the Mets.’
9. Crickets. And the sound of a screen door opening to a friend on a summer night.
10. ‘Hello’. The best beginning there is.
Before I decided I couldn’t write with music on, it was on all the time. My last.fm library, when it loads, is one my list of favourite things. I’d turn it on before I’d do anything else/procrastinate/check my email/apply for jobs/check Facebook/think about writing.
That was my old routine.
My new one is to have coffee and write and then procrastinate/check my email/apply for jobs/check Facebook/think about writing some more.
Today, I logged into Facebook, and I was tagged in a musical note. The one where you put your music player on ‘Random’ and list the first 25 songs that play.
I thought, I can do that. So I did:
1. Laura Izibor – Shine
2. Randy Newman – I Miss You
3. The Offspring – Why Don’t You Get A Job?
4. Al Green – Let’s Stay Together
5. Eels — Mr E’s Beautiful Blues
6. Paul Simon – Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes
7. R. Kelly – Fiesta
8. Courtney Pine – Children Hold On
9. Seal – Crazy
10. Finger Eleven – Paralyzer
11. Maroon 5 – Through With You
12. Billie Holiday – Night and Day
13. Silverchair – Leave Me Out
14. Bill Hicks – A New Flag (Patriotism) – not a song, but so good.
15. Michael Buble – Home
16. Johnny Cash – That’s All Over
17. Perturbazione – Partire Daverro
18. Sean Paul – We Be Burnin’
19. Molly Johnson – Another Day
20. Lonestar – Everything’s Changed
21. Indigo Girls – World Falls
22. Death Cab for Cutie – Transatlanticism
23. Alan Jackson – Gone Country
24. Camera Obscura – Pen and Notebook
25. Julie Delpy – Killing Bertha
(Courtesy of my last.fm library)
Funny, some of these aren’t reflective of my favourites. Some are. That’s what random means.
What about you? What are you listening to?