As I sit here typing this, it’s storming outside. I feel and hear the thunder. I see the lightning through the cracks of my curtains. It reminds me of a different time in my life.
Rain has always been a welcome soundtrack. It lulls me to sleep when I am tired. The pitterpatter mirrors my heart when I am excited. The moisture washes away the dirt on the world just as it does the dirt on my skin and the mess from my mind. Rain is cathartic, it truly is.
And rain is sexy. It makes me want peel away my clothing, open the blinds and turn off the light so that only the lightning illuminates bodies and expressions in the middle of the night.
It is spring, and with spring comes rain, a rain that I, for one, am glad to see.
Or the post in which Cole puts her iPod through the washing machine.
I don’t know what’s been going on with me for the past two weeks or so. It’s just like lost my wits about my. I have literally lost multiple things, including my box cutter (I think it went out with the trash) and a brand-new pair of panties, which must have walked off with someone else’s laundry.
The straw that broke the metaphorical camel’s back, however, was when I went to bed last night wanting to listen to my iPod, only to realize that I had forgotten to remove my iPod from my jeans pocket when I tossed them in the washer. Then it dawned on me.
Oooh, that’s what that sound was in the dryer. Actually, the iPod had flown out of the dryer when I was checking to see if my laundry was done and landed on the floor, I’m lucky it was even there when I returned. I’m even luckier that it still somehow works.
I don’t do well with losing things. I guess other people would say that “everything happens.” I guess this is true, but my anxiety drives me to keep tracks of things and people and events. Not knowing just gnaws at me. With time, I’ll get over all this silly and forgetful stuff. I’m sure to be on the top of my game, now.
However, it’s still just so unlike me. It really ruffles my feathers the wrong way. And then I end up with all this nervous energy and no good way to deal with it. So, today I stressedÂ cleaned the house I had just cleaned to a deep clean and hung up a mirror with the help of a friend. My house feels amazing, but I don’t quite feel that awesome.
I hope I can get back to be soon because now that it’s finally warm and spring-like, it’s time to enjoy fresh air, long walks and all of the things that make me happy. I just hope I don’t manage to displace them.
I have long been a fan of Lennon Murphy, a chick rocker who, yes, is named after that Lennon. She had a solo career, and I discovered her on MTV Rock (remember when that was a thing?!) in high school. I bought her first album and a few later, but she never achieved that same success.
I would eventually go on to start a Lennon fanlisting, which I deleted when I removed the rest of my fanlistings shortly before I switched Web hosts. But her career didn’t keep up. I was sad because I like chicks who rock. It’s also the same reason that I had a Pat Benatar fanlisting — and tattoo!
I had created a Google alert to be updated whenever Lennon popped up because I needed to update my fanlisting, and I must have forgotten to delete it when I deleted my fanlisting. You can imagine my surprise today when I signed in to my email to see that alert, which I had completely forgotten.
But it was awesome!
Lennon is back with a new band and this is their first single and I love it!
So I’ll post about it so you can love it, too!