Hello, is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
COVID - 19 has had a way of getting us back to basics. The days are long and blurred together, working from home with mix tape girl has many perks. We're home now, all the time. While many would find this hard to endure we don't mind at all. We're finally enjoying our home that we've paid so much for. Going to work day in and day out and returning late at night only to sleep, with only a few hours of daylight each day to enjoy our house. Weekends were always packed, visiting family, doing chores, no stop no rest, no getting to see thing grow and flourish. We took time for ourselves sure but being forced to stop makes you enjoy it more.
We're few and far from the sentiments of many I'm sure. The cats sit on our keyboards and the tops of our chairs in our home office throughout the day. They're enjoying being in the room with us all the time, never letting us out of their sight. From one room to the next they follow us.
The music hasn't stopped the dancing still continues, everyday a dance in the kitchen for no reasons. The satellite radio plays, or a mix on our phones. For fun the other day we made actual mix CD to mail to our nieces. I made them a dance mix full of stuff kids would love. They got it already and sent videos of them dancing like fools.
The cats stare at us with semi contempt when we sing too loud though. Especially Mix Tape Girl when she hits the high notes. The little cat runs over and will literally place a paw over her mouth.
As chicken alfredo cooks in the kitchen I sit here, typing away as The Fool on the Hill streams from my phone to the sounds speaker. Before Q-Tip's Breathe and Stop had us grooving just before work was finished.
I reflect on my past looking at eBay and old plastic toy cars. Remember Gay Toys Inc. plastic cars you'd find in every plastic bin at the grocery store? I miss those. Be careful Googling that toy company, things don't mean what they used to anymore. I collect toys now. I have hobbies outside of music now. Things have changed, I've changed. Kids call me "sir" now, it's strange.
Just a little pinprick
There'll be no more, ah
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go
These days time seems to slow down but there's still much to do. Lately I've been preparing to pressure wash the deck. It's a pain but it needs to get done. It's red, along with our little red brick house that Mix Tape Girl loves. The color of the wrought iron fence surrounding the deck was Navajo red, we opted for more color, it's firetruck red now. It sparkles in the light as it's high gloss.
It's a lot of work though, using an angle grinder to remove the old paint. My arms feel like jello after everyday. Things hurt now that didn't 10 years ago. I'm doing the things I swore I would never do as a child. Own as house, maintain a lawn, grow a garden, have a compost bed.
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone - (but no, it really isn't)
Let's face it. I've become comfortably numb.
Talk to you later. Mix Tape Girl is calling.