Before I started baking cookies today, I decided I needed music. So after much consideration, I decided on The Eagles station on Pandora.
I’m done baking now and there hasn’t been a bad song yet. I’m happy.
But…they just played Escape, a.k.a. The Pina Colada Song. It’s cute and I’m singing along. And then I start thinking about what the guy is singing.
He’s bored with his wife so he starts crusing the personals section in the newspaper to find something better than the person he is with.
Boo. I don’t like that. I’m glad the people in the song ended up happily but if I found out my husband was cruising the personals looking to replace me, I’d be MAD!
Oh, and I don’t like pina coladas.
Back in 2001, David was building a new company when the tragic events of 9/11 occurred. As a result of the ensuing world gone wild, our business failed and we lost the life that we had enjoyed for many years.
I had to go to work and get a paying job to make ends meet. Because I hadn’t worked in quite some time, I didn’t really have any business-type clothes. I found a nice black jacket, on sale, and built my new work wardrobe around that jacket.
I wore the heck out of that jacket. I’m sure I could come up with many, many photos of me wearing that jacket but I’ll just add a few so I don’t bore you.
Now, ten years later, in preparation for our move to Saudi and the new life we will begin, I am going through my closet and weeding out the things that I can give away and things that I can throw away.
Today, I say goodbye to this old friend, my black jacket. It’s very well loved but also very well worn and it is really time.
As I sit here all choked up over the action of throwing the jacket away, I know it’s because of this:
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. – Jeremiah 29:11
I know that the reason I am able to say goodbye to my old friend is because God has restored us and is prospering us. I look forward to our future without my black jacket.
I love whistling.
It’s such a happy sound!
My grandpa used to whistle all the time and I’m fairly sure my love of hearing someone whistle stems from this. At a former job, my friend Betty would whistle. I loved to hear her and told her that it reminded me of my grandpa.
I love to whistle myself and I catch myself doing it often. And the reason I catch myself, and stop, is that I’m terribly afraid it will give me lip lines, like a smoker, and that some day my beloved lipstick will start crawling right up those lines.
So, it seems, I’m just going to have to wait to catch someone else else whistling to enjoy their happy tune.
If you follow my blog at all, you know that we walk around Bartlesville. A lot. I love walking downtown in general but do you know what my favorite street to walk on is?
Yep, this street is on the north side of my favorite destination in Bartlesville…
The Bartlesville Public Library.
When I turn the corner, I see…
There are cool sculptures.
And cool architecture.
And when I see this…
I just want to sing. And sing I do. There is rarely anyone on this street when we are walking on it and so I take advantage of that and sing out loud. Joyfully, happily, bugging no one.
And that is why 6th Street is my favorite street in Bartlesville to walk on.