Come Fly With Me
It's Thursday night, the best night of the week.
Tonight's drive time music? Frank Sinatra, Volume I. But usually it leaves me in a better mood than it did this evening. Which is very rare. Frank always does the trick with me. I've been known to do impromptu tap routines whenever I hear it/him. Yet I couldn't quite get into the...bounce, I think...of the songs. Couldn't quite connect. I think I missed on the music tonight. Which is a perfectly good waste of Frank.
My 'barbershop buzz' is also missing this evening. I had a great evening, a really pleasant time. I love being there and the challenge is still fresh and...well, challenging. But as soon as I left the building (not far behind Elvis), the wind just kind of left my sails. No fanfare. No buildup. Nothing. And I didn't even notice it was gone for quite some time.
I sometimes get scared that the best parts of life will pass me by. Then again, I'm scared of my own shadow so what does that matter? Tonight I listened to women bragging about their 'barbershop husbands' and their close knit families and how sisters and cousins and aunts and in-laws all sing together in the chorus and even though I was surrounded by fantastic, friendly people, I felt very alone in the middle of the room. Well, the middle of the back risers. Where I need to tone down my physical performance. A compliment, really.
My mantra these days is: Life's too short. But that doesn't necessarily mean that sometimes the days aren't really long.
No point. Just observation.
posted by The Warbler | 4/06/2006 11:29:00 PM
20 Comments:
Buck up, baby!
Nothin' frosts my ass like a dame who's down in the dumps!
You're the cat's meow, sweetheart! The top o' the heap!
Now get out there and move that rubber tree plant!
I thought nothing frosted your ass like Kitty Kelly.
Warbler, dear.
I was sitting here musing on Frank's rather full-hearted reply from the great beyond, when it dawned on me...
This IS really the one-shot that we get at a rather short life. For a while I've thought that perhaps Michael Buble was the reincarnation of Frank, but now with your blog channeling Frank from the great beyond (Paradise or Inferno?) I know for certain that reincarnation has it all wrong. So, now I can stop worrying if my current life is a cosmic 'step up or step down' and whether I'm stuck in some karmic downward spiral!
That said:
I hope that you will find in these challenging moments, some hints that will continue to orient you towards happiness and the fulfillment of your deepest desires. A sage once offered that as we climb the mountain of life, we will inevitably find ourselves in some very dark nights, times when it may be too difficult to see the path, to know where to go, to even move forward just a few feet, for fear of plunging off the mountainside. He noted that these were the times to rest, to gather strenght for the rest of the climb, and times when we should open our eyes to the stars that shine in the darkness of the night. For if we do not take the time to look for the stars that only the night can bring, we may lose our sense of direction and perhaps lose our way.
Strength for the journey, dear!
Living for la vida loca
M
martha,
That was beautiful, thank you.
I thought that was what I said!
Frank, dear!
Yes, we pretty much said the same thing.
It's just a matter of style, and you know I'm all about style!
Living it my way
M
Good grief, with all the style going on in here it's a wonder I'm still the frump I am.
Here's to hoping some of y'all's style rubs off on me.
Warbler, dear!
You have plenty of style! Your intelligent wit, good-nature and sincere mid-western warmth must just melt the cold out of those Maine yankees!
Now not another remark that puts both Warbler and frump in the same sentence!
As we say in New England:
Living for Eastah!
M
Yes, ma'm.
Hey Frankie, you taking care of this gal or can I have this the pleasure of doing a table song for this youngsta ova here?
Who's Your Little Who-Zis, baby?
I'm delighted to find the rest of my pack!
All I can say is, the candy man can...
Hey Sammy, remember we used to get Frankie to take the big boat over to Block Island and those chumps over at Champlain's used to drool and do all that stupid stuff but we never gave 'em any lip service? Hah, that was a laugh - they were expecting us old retired geezers to start up the Rat Pack or something again. Man, what chumps. Those were the days, my friend.
Did somebody say Rats?
Lemme at 'em
Um, we da gopher pack, man, and this lady ova here wants Frankie to sing a song ... me and Sammy going to see if they have any decent Scotch around here... You ain't one of them Warwick bully boys, are ya?
Dino
Man you must never have been to Providence, otherwise you'd know what or who the BBB really is.
Las Vegas, Paris, New York, LA, Chicago, SanFran ... Providence? Sammy's getting nervous here ... he don't like bugs ... what's this BBB? Hey wait up Sammy ... you ain't run like that since the 60's!
I swear to God. You numbskulls are lucky I let you hang with me.
Dean,
Either you're drinking too much or I'm not dinking enough cuz I haven't actually understood a damn thing you've said.
Let me find my Martin Into Lewis Dictionary, maybe that'll help.
Frank's right
Dino is totally loopy
Whoo, man we must have had a good time because even my hair hurts. What was I sayin' last night Frankie? I wasn't makin' whoopie with that palm tree again, was I? Oh, thank goodness. I need an alka-seltzer. Later ...
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