Oh look everyone.Â Another Saturday.Â I continue to be amazed that the days on the calendar just whip by with such complete disregard for the fact that I’m on the back side of a half century and it’d be nice if things could slow down a bit.Â Not permanently, of course.Â But long enough to allow for the extended time I require to think about things that really don’t matter in the grander scheme of the universe and the survival of the species.Â I don’t know which particular species, but still.
But there are some things that matter so much, I can’t imagine what I’d do without them.Â The loss so many have experienced this past week in San Diego in the wildfires has prompted me to wonder about choosing if I had to.Â But my choices aren’t necessitated by a fire.Â They’re the result of simply taking stock, and acknowledging what keeps me anchored.Â Understood is that family and friends are not something to be considered here.Â Period.
Solitude.Â I can be around many, many people.Â But I prefer not to.Â I love the busy roar of a large city, but not as much as a winding road and low grass covered hills.Â And music?Â It can bring me to tears, cause me to dance,Â or force me to sing along whether there are words or not.Â But even music can’t compete with my need for solitude.Â The quiet I enjoy for part of every day when the only sound I can hear is the rustle of trees outside my window, or the creak of wood somewhere in the house matters.Â Plain, simple quiet.
My stove.Â I could say cooking, but not being one of those Top Chef type people, I wouldn’t want to have to cook on a hot plate, or a sterno flame.Â No.Â I’d need my stove.Â The one with the nine cheery red knobs.Â I’ve heard people say they love their cars — the purr of the engine, the handling, the acceleration.Â That’s how I feel about my stove.Â Ah…the sound it makes when those convection fans switch on.Â Vroom…vroom….It isn’t in my kitchen because its design is sleek, although it is.Â Or because its technology is a wonder.Â But it is pretty amazing. It’s in my kitchen because IÂ use it.Â Seriously use it and have fun the entire time.Â It connects me to food and family and friends.Â Creativity and learning.Â Tradition and new cuisine.Â It provides the peace of mind that diligently proceeding through a set of steps can provide, and at the end of them all, have my taste buds sing.Â Could I have all of this without my particular stove?Â Certainly.Â But it just wouldn’t be the same.Â It weighs a bit more than my Mac at about 1,000 lbs. so it isn’t exactly something I can ever take with me if I go.Â But I’d find a way to get another.Â Trust me.
My Mac.Â It has one little plug that connects it to my house.Â One.Â But it connects me to so much more than I can possibly be connected to otherwise.Â Ironically, I’m writing this on the MoH’s laptop, and it’s fine, but it’s not my Mac.Â I could make due with a different computer if I didn’t have a Mac.Â I can buy just about anything I want, read (which would be another thing I wouldn’t do without because it’s like breathing), travel, learn, listen, create…But it wouldn’t be the same.Â Iwouldn’t have my lovely screen, or sleek white lines, or easily swiveleing-thingy-ness.Â I wouldn’t be able to waste copious amounts of time with iPhoto, or click open my Finder services for the Oxford dictionary (the Webster widget doesn’t come close…).Â And photobooth, and iChat (which I’ve just learned to use).Â Pathetic, isn’t it?Â Don’t even argue with me about this.Â I’m a goner.Â And iTunes?Â Well.
Rod wants to know what’s on my playlist.Â I don’t have an iPod (solitude, remember?) but I do happen to have three whole playlists on in my iTunes library which are organized very specifically.Â And when I check the list of songs I’ve played most, the following come up.Â They’re supposed to say much about who and what I am, or what I’ve been thinking.Â But I’ve developed an odd habit at this point in my life.Â I don’t listen to the words of songs.Â I listen for the melody.Â I listen to whether it’s written in a major or minor key, whether it’s sung by an uncomplicated voice and a single instrument, or an energetic voice and a band.Â And it’s all connected to mood.Â I listen when I have to write.Â When I have to sit at the computer and am easily distracted.Â I play it loudly, singing along — whether there are words or not.Â So I’m not sure what these particular songs say about me.Â I’ll have to think about it.Â But I’ll have to figure out what the words are first.
She IsÂ Â Â Â The FrayÂ Â Â Â (40)
SnowÂ Â Â Â Red Hot Chili Peppers (37)
BettyÂ Â Â Â Kate WalshÂ (26)
Savin’ MeÂ Â Â Â Nickelback (25)
If it Makes You HappyÂ Sheryl CrowÂ (25)
In NeedÂ Sheryl CrowÂ (24)
What About NowÂ DaughtryÂ (23)
When the Lights go DownÂ Faith HillÂ (23)
PhotographÂ NickelbackÂ (23)
Over YouÂ DaughtryÂ (22)
Squeeze MeÂ Diana KrallÂ (22)
You’re Still HereÂ Faith HillÂ (22)
Slow Like HoneyÂ Fiona AppleÂ (22)
TonightÂ Kate WalshÂ (22)
Nearness of YouÂ Norah JonesÂ (22)
This post was sponsored by Robert of Miscellaneous Ramblings who inquired about “Three Things I Wouldn’t Let Go,” and Rod of Inside Rod’s Head who insisted that “Our Players Don’t Lie.”Â The links provide the directions which areÂ blissfully uncomplicated.Â Yes!Â There is a meme god in the sky.
What do you think chick, vanessa, paisley, meleah, mel, jenny, phil, rj, scott, and micki (whom I know has a “meme-free” zone, but am asking the question anyway)?Â It’s an interesting exercise combining the two…I’ll have to do some analysis on it after I figure out the words of the songs I’ve listed.
Have a splendiferous weekend.