Ho Ho Ho

I spent the day at work with Christmas music playing in the background.  Softly.  Loud enough for me to hear but no easily heard by anyone else passing through my area.  Yes, there were a few double-takes once they realized they really were hearing what they thought.

I listen to Christmas music throughout the year.  Why not?  I like it.  It comes in all varieties.  Today was a mellow day but I also have Louis Armstrong, steel drums, the Grinch and Rudolph soundtracks, classical and sad blues. 

Hmm.  Now that I’ve reminded myself I have all that perhaps it will be a Christmas music week instead of just a day. 

One of Those Days

It’s entirely too bright out there today. So bright it hurts my eyes. Or maybe the intensity of the sun is due to the thirty-five degree jump in temperature that’s making my head wonky. Yep, mid-April and it’s started already. This summer might be the one that finally kills me.

Have you ever attempted to extract a miniscule splinter from the outside of your own foot? Let me tell you, it’s damned near impossible. Maybe, at some point in my very early life I was bendy enough to do so but not anymore. I was so desperate that I tried to convince Harry to use his dagger-sharp claws to dig it out for me since he was poking at it anyway. As if I didn’t have enough trouble seeing it to begin with. Damn cat wouldn’t. Of course, if he had, I’d probably have huge gouges missing from my foot now and still have the splinter. In the end, my solution was to numb it so I can’t tell it’s there. I figure it’ll work its way out on its own eventually. Either that or my foot will turn gangrenous and need to be cut off, something I can manage myself.

But today wasn’t totally awful. I entertained myself by playing Christmas tunes all day. Yeah, that part amused me, especially when it was obvious someone had noticed and couldn’t decide if they should ask or not.

Hey, it’s the little things…

Give It Back!

The one part of this season I truly enjoy is the music. I have a collection of over 40 cds of every sort of Christmas music imaginable. The thing is however, I rarely listen to any of them at this time of year.

For some odd reason I thought I might break tradition and play a few songs this morning. All my Christmas cds are stored together in a brown bag. I thought it was with the upstairs stereo. I know that’s where it was. I distinctly remember serenading the neighborhood one hot summer day. But when I went up to retrieve it, the bag wasn’t there.

I looked with the downstairs cds. Nope, not there either. Those are the only two places it’s ever been. Seriously, I would never put it anywhere else. Never ever.

Panic, hyperventilating setting in here. I’ve decided whoever it is that’s leaving all that odd food in my kitchen must have taken it. Give it back! Now! Just slip the bag back upstairs where it belongs. No questions asked. No one gets hurt. I’ll pretend I lost my mind and overlooked it the eighteen times I searched the area where I last saw it. Please?