I laughed when I saw this quote. I’m always chasing details to get everything to fit together, and worry that I’ve missed some.
Some know the feelings of exertion
the rivulets of sweat plastering hair to head
and clothes to bodies
the film on skin
the drops running off nose and chin
and revel in the results of their efforts
wearing it like emotions on a sleeve
Some shun this sweat
hiding in air-conditioning and shade
fanning themselves against heat
flinching back from the sweaty
noses turned up in disapproval
mouths twisted with disgust
at the others’ sweaty presence
as though their sweat is unnatural
Sometimes, someone mentioned something that I did or said, and I respond, quite intelligently, “What? I did?” Then I’m required to think back, struggling through the murkiness of memory to determine if they were right. What’s weird is how it sometimes feels like I’m rewinding a tape, going backwards in my head until the moment springs up and provides me with the Eureka moment.
Happened a few nights ago when someone said that I’d mentioned a book and the movie made from the book. After rewinding, I came across the point when I’d mentioned Freakonomics to him.
Does anyone else get annoyed with their cat because they hear you fart out loud and act like, “OMG, what was THAT?”
I’m asking for a friend. She says it happens to her all the time.
Floofalert (catfinition) – the sound that a cat makes, warning you that something is about to happen. Floofalerts are categorized in related activities, such as puking, fighting, and tearing up the house.
In use: “He’d heard a sound. Stilling, he sat up straight. Yes, a floofalert! One of the cats was puking. It sounded nearby.
“Putting his head down, he closed his eyes. He’d need to be careful and watch where he stepped when he got up in the morning.
“And then he realized that he had to pee.”
On this day, they remind us, Live Aid took place in 1985.
Yes, children, I remember the event, but I believe I didn’t watch it, as I was living in tent city in Egypt as part of Bright Star 85.
In honor of that event, I’m streaming the Boomtown Rats’ “I Don’t Like Mondays”. It’s perfect for Friday, because Monday is always lurking.