Ah, Summer!
It's been officially summer for 17 days now and already I have cornered the market on Neosporin, Benadryl anti-itch cream, and Tencu poison ivy medicated scrub! Yay!!
Yes, I have a nasty case of poison ivy, & a skinned knee, and 3rd degree burns on two of my otherwise lovely little toes (the burns came from walking into one of those green stick thingies that you stick in the grass and set on fire to keep mosquitoes away in the evening -- here's an idea: why not not make those stick thingies the very same color as a person's lawn??? So that you don't walk right into it at dusk while barefoot, thus setting your toes on fire??? It's something to consider at any rate...) (And no, it has nothing to do with the copious amounts of red wine we'd been drinking; I still would have walked right into the darn thing even if I'd been totally, 100% undeniably sober.) (This was the other day, when my gal-pal Laurie was still here and we were going through about two bottles of incredible reds every single day.. something along those lines. I only know that by the time she went back home, I couldn't fit into my jeans anymore!! But don't despair! I've already lost all that added weight. Funny what total abstinence can do to a gal's figure overnight!)
Okay! Enough with the parenthetical phrases already!! Jeepers!
My life is sweet!! I'm hard at work on the memoir now, gang, and so my days & nights pretty much consist of:
You can well imagine the difference between listening to, say, the newly remastered CD version of Exile on Main Street today versus listening to the old vinyl records on the aforementioned tiny little portable record player of yesteryear, never well-known for its high fidelity, stereophonic sound! ha ha. Not only that, but when I was 12, I wasn't allowed to own records by the Rolling Stones (back then, the Stones were considered a very, very bad influence on, well, I guess on pretty much everybody -- especially if you were white & female & 12 & lived in Ohio suburbia land), so I not only had to hide the fact that I even owned Exile on Main Street (which I'd stealthily bought at Woolworth's with babysitting money & my weekly allowance, which was $1 that I got every Sunday), I could only play the records really, really late at night in my room with the lights out, after my parents had gone to sleep, and then I had to play them with the volume turned way WAY down. (Amazing that I still managed to learn the lyrics, isn't it?)
Okay, back to the topic of research.... I spent yesterday evening:
Wow, was it good, gang. We really loved it. Our only complaint was that it should have been longer. I think we could have gone on watching it all night.
Okay, so, if I can't get back to 1972 by doing any of this, then I'll never get back to 1972! (The good news is, of course, that I did get back to 1972 and the memoir is, as I said somewhere above, well underway...)
So, in between breaks to apply every known ointment, salve, balm, scrub, medicated spray, & cream, I am planted here at the laptop, with diaries and old letters from my biological father, Rolling Stones CDs, & piping hot cups of coffee!!
Life doesn't get any better than this! Thanks for visiting, gang. Hope your life is sweet wherever you are, and that you're either: high as a kite on weed, mainlining smack and/or snorting blow, or just plain feeling groovy!! See ya...
Yes, I have a nasty case of poison ivy, & a skinned knee, and 3rd degree burns on two of my otherwise lovely little toes (the burns came from walking into one of those green stick thingies that you stick in the grass and set on fire to keep mosquitoes away in the evening -- here's an idea: why not not make those stick thingies the very same color as a person's lawn??? So that you don't walk right into it at dusk while barefoot, thus setting your toes on fire??? It's something to consider at any rate...) (And no, it has nothing to do with the copious amounts of red wine we'd been drinking; I still would have walked right into the darn thing even if I'd been totally, 100% undeniably sober.) (This was the other day, when my gal-pal Laurie was still here and we were going through about two bottles of incredible reds every single day.. something along those lines. I only know that by the time she went back home, I couldn't fit into my jeans anymore!! But don't despair! I've already lost all that added weight. Funny what total abstinence can do to a gal's figure overnight!)
Okay! Enough with the parenthetical phrases already!! Jeepers!
My life is sweet!! I'm hard at work on the memoir now, gang, and so my days & nights pretty much consist of:
- reading through my old diaries from 1989 (as opposed to all those new diaries I have from 1989) (Darn it! Another parenthetical phrase, gang! Sorry!!)
- Listening to Exile on Main Street and Sticky Fingers by the Rolling Stones over & over & over. And YES! It's research! I have to get back into that head space I was in when I was 11 & 12 years old. The summer I turned 12, Exile on Main Street was the album I listened to over & over & over on my tiny little portable record player. My tiny little portable record player was just like this one pictured here, gang, although this is not a photo of the one I actually owned:
You can well imagine the difference between listening to, say, the newly remastered CD version of Exile on Main Street today versus listening to the old vinyl records on the aforementioned tiny little portable record player of yesteryear, never well-known for its high fidelity, stereophonic sound! ha ha. Not only that, but when I was 12, I wasn't allowed to own records by the Rolling Stones (back then, the Stones were considered a very, very bad influence on, well, I guess on pretty much everybody -- especially if you were white & female & 12 & lived in Ohio suburbia land), so I not only had to hide the fact that I even owned Exile on Main Street (which I'd stealthily bought at Woolworth's with babysitting money & my weekly allowance, which was $1 that I got every Sunday), I could only play the records really, really late at night in my room with the lights out, after my parents had gone to sleep, and then I had to play them with the volume turned way WAY down. (Amazing that I still managed to learn the lyrics, isn't it?)
Okay, back to the topic of research.... I spent yesterday evening:
- Going over to my cousin's house and watching the documentary Stones in Exile on her hugely enormous flat screen TV!! Yay!!
Wow, was it good, gang. We really loved it. Our only complaint was that it should have been longer. I think we could have gone on watching it all night.
Okay, so, if I can't get back to 1972 by doing any of this, then I'll never get back to 1972! (The good news is, of course, that I did get back to 1972 and the memoir is, as I said somewhere above, well underway...)
So, in between breaks to apply every known ointment, salve, balm, scrub, medicated spray, & cream, I am planted here at the laptop, with diaries and old letters from my biological father, Rolling Stones CDs, & piping hot cups of coffee!!
Life doesn't get any better than this! Thanks for visiting, gang. Hope your life is sweet wherever you are, and that you're either: high as a kite on weed, mainlining smack and/or snorting blow, or just plain feeling groovy!! See ya...
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