I LOVE this song

I've had it on my mind for days now.

What Kind Of Love?

I was down at Lowe's buying new locks for my doors and this song started playing. Rodney Crowell is under appreciated. I love his songwriting and his voice. The song made me think of my own Chatelaine. I hope you enjoy it, but mostly I hope she enjoys it. This song says it all and I need say no more.

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I Feel Lucky

Today is National Donut Day.

The Captain and I have toyed with the idea of opening a nice donut and coffee shop in our little town. Believe it or not, there isn't one here at all. The closest one is 25 miles away. We came up with the idea when trying to think of a business service or product that people wouldn't prefer to order through the internet or drive into the city for. Donuts are what we came up with. However, neither one of us is interested in getting up at 3am to make the donuts for the rest of our lives. We're more interested in three day weekends on the boat.

Tonight is the night the Captain and I are going to dinner with the gang for my friend's 60th birthday. We decided we'd go ahead and get a room at the casino hotel like our friends are doing, so we can drink and gamble and not worry about driving home across the delta in the dark.

Besides, after last night, I feel lucky.

Good Things

- Even though they're still frail and need extra TLC, both Mom and Dad seem to be feeling better.

- It's Saturday, and I woke up early, and I've got the whole day to clean, organize, and putter about the house.

- There's a mockingbird right outside the window that's been singing to me ever since sun up. I might have been mad at him for waking me up if he didn't sound so pretty.

- I like making my Dad smile, even if it did take a bathroom humor joke aimed at my own expense. I made a quick shopping trip for them yesterday. Among a few other things on the shopping list were a 24-roll pack of bathroom tissue, a bottle of Pepto Bismal, and some Immodium AD tablets, all of which happened to be right together on the conveyor belt at the checkout counter. The guy ringing me up looked at me with such embarrassing pity, and asked me if I was ok and if I needed anything else. I told Dad what he subjected me to, and he laughed really hard. But it was worth it to see him smile.

- The Captain listed his boat for sale yesterday, which I know is a weird thing to put on a "good things" list, but he found another really cool boat down in Florida that he would like to buy when this one sells. I can't wait for us to have a boat nearby, especially since we have many more months of warm weather here than Washington does.

- We're going to a friend's 60th birthday party at one of the casinos down in the delta next week. We have a private dining room reserved for dinner, and then we're going to the Blake Shelton concert. I think I'm most excited about the dinner. I want the four ounce filet cooked medium rare, a spring salad with a little blue cheese on it, and most important of all, a glass (or two) of Cabernet.

- The Captain will be here in three and a half days.

Just Joan Wilder

I can pack for a week long business trip with no problem.

I can efficiently pack for a two week long business trip.

I can even pack for a multiple week business trip to multiple cities, thanks to hotel valet services and working with a different set of people each week, who don't know I'm wearing an outfit for the second or third time.

But I'm having a problems with packing for three weeks, for several various climates across the country, from sailing, to summer road travel, to church and meeting the family outfits, and not always having access to a laundry, much less a valet. Not that I need a valet, but there will be approximately 12 days where we won't have access to a real laundry.

I'm a very good packer, though. I don't take a ton of make-up, perfumes, and jewelry. I don't even like perfume and don't wear very much make-up or jewelry at all. I might go overboard on the skincare products, because I have sensitive skin and need my things for it. But I know that I do have a problem narrowing down shoes. I NEED my shoes.

I think I'm going to have to send a box ahead of me to the Captain's house. I just can't show up at the Seattle airport with a 7 day trip sized rolling suitcase to lug aboard a sailboat. The Captain would have a conniption and toss it into Puget Sound.

Besides, I hate dragging a bunch of junk around like Kathleen Turner in Romancing the Stone. Ever since I saw that movie, I swore I'd never be annoying with girly things, like trying to hang on to my high heels and luggage when hiking through the Columbian jungle.

Ok, maybe I don't need to pack four pairs of flip-flops, even if they are the cutest Tommy Hilfiger plaid or pink and green flowers.




Anyone remember Eddie Money?







UPdated May 4th: That's Eddie GRANT, not Eddie Money. I always did get my Ed, Edd, and Eddie's confused.

It's going to be 85 degrees here today.

I want to bake.

I want to organize and clean out something.

I want to get some boxes to put things in to take to the charity store.

I want to order or buy something new to wear.

I want to visit with my parents over lunch.

I want to walk my dog.

I want to water my flowers and roses outside.

I want to set out some more flowers.

I want my English Ivy to grow thicker.

I want some sun on my shoulders and upper arms.

I want to start packing my suitcase and organizing my cosmetics to take on my trip, which is still two and a half weeks away, but I'm so ready to go.

I want to enjoy a nice crisp sauvignon blanc later in the evening.

I want to curl up and read a book in my chair, with the veranda doors open.

I wish the Captain were here. He makes things so much more fun.

For the first time since I was a teenager, I'm looking forward to the summer, horrid humidity and all.



Definitely on the soundtrack of my life.

Spring Fever

Still daydreaming of sailing with my Captain. I guess I have a touch of spring fever or something. It's so nice and green here now, blue skies, flowers blooming. It's raining up in Oak Harbor where the Captain is, though. But whatever. Daydreams aren't always realistic.

My brother says that he listens to Ride Like the Wind a lot when he bikes. He does triathlons. He mostly does them regionally now, but he's done the Iron Man in Hawaii several times. Hasn't won, but always finished in the early pack. He rides all the time. Sometimes I pass him on the road around the highways here, peddling his ass off, head down and flying. When he was single he used to make road trips on his bike to places like Savannah, Georgia and Phoenix, Arizona.

The song makes me think of sailing, though. Standing up at the bow of the boat, wind in my face, arms up in the air, moving, feeling the ocean. No, not a "king of the world" moment, more like "Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand."

Duran Duran - Rio
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May 13th can't get here soon enough.

I'll Figure It Out

"Boat rocking
Trouble maker
Non-conforming
Shit starter
With the rebel DNA
Pirate spirit
Headache


It took me all my life
to finally figure out
that I'm not in the mood
to be anything like you."

      --- Lisa Marie Presley


Used to be the story of my life.

This evening is one of those nights....home alone, restless, a little troubled, windy outside and a storm blowing in, full bottle of wine... well minus one glass and probably going to be empty before the night is over. My mood is cynical... and as broody as the weather... broody enough to be pulling out the cigarettes except that I promised the Captain I wouldn't do that anymore. Haven't had one since September.


"And maybe it's alright
And maybe not
I'll conduct my choir
I'll figure it out."

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I'm kind of on an Elvis Kick today

Just made myself a new ipod playlist for the day. The Captain has gone back to Washington, and I'm going to be doing some big time spring cleaning today.



One of the very first things the Captain and I did together when he was here early last fall was visit Graceland. We sort of think of that as our first date. I love Elvis, always have. But growing up right between Memphis and Tupelo, he was always sort of like family or a neighbor or something. We aren't as fanatic about him around here like some of his fans who make the pilgrimage from all over the world to his home every year. We love him, but we love him like a brother.

Anyway, other than him singing his American trilogy, this is my favorite Elvis song.



He's still the best male singer ever.

Feeling like my old broody self

It's gray outside.

I'm gray too, which I shouldn't be, because I'm getting married, right?

I'm missing the Captain something terrible. I'm going to see him the week of Valentines, but that seems so far away. I feel like a lovesick puppy.

All I want to do is wedding planning stuff or rearranging my rooms, closets, and house to accommodate another person moving in. I look at pictures of flowers, dresses, cakes, candles, etc. I write it all down in my big wedding planner book, which is my trusty old Daytimer from back in the 1990s. I love that book, even if it does weigh five pounds. I love making lists and organizing things. I resent having to do anything else lately. Like work. Next week I'll be in a 40 hour conference call. I swear, it's really going to be 40 hours. Normally it would be a departmental conference that my team would all travel to the corporate campus for, but since travel is restricted at our company due to budget concerns this year, we're doing the whole thing via the internet.

40 f***ing hours tied to the desk and computer with a web cam and audio headset that's not even wireless. Good god.

I know. Get a real problem, right?

I think I need to go walking today. I think I might take my i-pod and walk through the dead trees, leaves, and gray skies a bit. Listen to some piano music. Brood my way through this.

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