Whilst I do know that we shouldn't say things like that - no "shoulds" or "oughts", you know the kind of thing - I am very definitely supposed at this very minute if not sooner to be feeding the cats. So if this ramble is suddenly interrupted by horrible screams and slightly bloody heel-marks dragging across the screen, you will know that I Have Been Dealt With.
But I have had a day when stuff has got in the way a lot of the time - stuff I "had" to do, rather than what I actually wanted to do - and I think for once my pampered little darlings can wait for all of thirty minutes even if their stomachs do think their throats have been cut.
Is this getting a little too gory? Blame it on watching another epi of CSI whilst doing some ironing. That's how I motivate myself to do this particular chore, and in my inimitable convoluted logic, justify watching such programmes. Which is too dam' gory - I don't have to justify anything whatsoever! (Oooh, look! A rare sighting of a couple of exclamation marks! Golly, I feel much better now.)
I did eventually get to doing some beading. I am working up the beach, very soon will be at the point where the foam comes rushing up and catches unwary feet. That will be fun. Then, I shall dive in to blue ocean and see where that takes me.
And speaking of which (the best segue I could come up with, which is not saying much) driving to the supermarket yesterday, another of those lovely things that have to be done from time to time) the radio was playing "Streets of Philadelphia", which I love. Got me to thinking about other place songs, and of course "Twenty four hours to Tulsa" came to mind, what with the recent demise of Gene Pitney. I've always loved that, too, in fact have the 45 somewhere. It brought to mind long highways with the bright lights of gas stations and malls and motels even before I got to see them. There are a lot of very evocative "place" songs - "Wichita lineman", "Californication" (sorry, that just kind of crept in there, but it is none the less in the same genre, to my mind) - I could go on. But when I fell to pondering British ones, I could do Celtic, like "Loch Lomond" or "Over the sea to Skye" but fell down a bit on English. "Drivin' down to Bromsgrove", or "Last train to Woverhampton" maybe? Er - nah. "The long and winding road to Dulwich"? I could go on, and indeed, may very well do so at a later date, this could be very creative, not to mention might pass the time whilst doing some of the damn chores.
The DSM is home, and as if to justify the name has made a pot of tea. It would only be polite to go share it with him.
He fed the cats, too.
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What a coincidence, yesterday I did a compilation of British songs. On checking the track listing though the only one which mentions a place is "London 1888" by John Cale. The others are songs which mention places, or typically British things like "A Drinking Song" and "National Express" by The Divine Comedy, or "The English Motorway System" by Black Box Recorder. I'll have to try to do a compilation of places, though all I can think of is "Oh Blackpool" by The Beautiful South.
Isn't it wonderful when someone else feeds the cats.
"Shoulds" and "oughts." I read once that it is important to learn the difference between things which are important as opposed to things which are urgent. Just because something is urgent doesn't mean it's important. Unfortunately, the urgent things often crowd out the important things. Funny about cats though, to them "urgent" and "important" are one and the same.
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