A lot of my social media friends got quite a kick out of this video last week.
It depicts a wonderful British woman who obviously has music in her head. Or at least in her ears. And somebody gave it a sound track. It quickly went viral.
Some laughed at her. Some made fun of her. Some blessed her soul and admired her spunk.
I laughed with her. And I absolutely love her.
She could be me.
Just about every morning since I became a laid-off mother-in-law keeper, I have grabbed my iPhone, my ear buds, my sneakers and my trusty poodle Leigheaux and hit the streets. We head north on Apple Street, turn right on 5th, circle the park a time or two, then head home. It's exactly two miles; 2 1/2 if I make two circles.
If I'm good and my hips don't hurt too bad -- or if I don't catch a damn train -- it takes roughly 42 minutes.
And it's 42 minutes of pure bliss. No mother-in-law. No barking. No mom. No Marty. No television. No soliciting. No goddam beeper ready to go off in my ear. It is my mental health moment. It is, perhaps, the only thing keeping me from going completely insane through this. Or from becoming a raging alcoholic.
It's just me. And the music. And sometimes, I dance.
While the good people of Norco see me "walking" down the street, in my head I'm dancing. Sometimes I really do dance. Sometimes I sing. Play the drums. The air guitar. The piano. Sometimes I'm Joan Jett. Sometimes I pour sugar on me. Sometimes I touch myself (not really).
And sometimes people do laugh at me. I know the cop at the school corner does. And the ones doing their paperwork at the park. And the bus ladies who wave at me as they pass by. Someone may even be video taping me. I don't care.
There are 249 songs on my Walking playlist. 269 on my "Favorite songs" playlist. I can't figure out exactly how many songs I have, total, but it's a lot. I am a song collector. I have songs you've never heard of. I have songs you heard when you were a kid and forgot about. I have songs that I love, songs that I like, even songs that I hate.
And I never knew that AC/DC was great walking music.
According to iTunes, I could walk for 17.2 hours with my Walking playlist.
And sometimes I wish I could.
Laugh at me if you will. Or dance with me.
It depicts a wonderful British woman who obviously has music in her head. Or at least in her ears. And somebody gave it a sound track. It quickly went viral.
Some laughed at her. Some made fun of her. Some blessed her soul and admired her spunk.
I laughed with her. And I absolutely love her.
She could be me.
Just about every morning since I became a laid-off mother-in-law keeper, I have grabbed my iPhone, my ear buds, my sneakers and my trusty poodle Leigheaux and hit the streets. We head north on Apple Street, turn right on 5th, circle the park a time or two, then head home. It's exactly two miles; 2 1/2 if I make two circles.
If I'm good and my hips don't hurt too bad -- or if I don't catch a damn train -- it takes roughly 42 minutes.
And it's 42 minutes of pure bliss. No mother-in-law. No barking. No mom. No Marty. No television. No soliciting. No goddam beeper ready to go off in my ear. It is my mental health moment. It is, perhaps, the only thing keeping me from going completely insane through this. Or from becoming a raging alcoholic.
It's just me. And the music. And sometimes, I dance.
While the good people of Norco see me "walking" down the street, in my head I'm dancing. Sometimes I really do dance. Sometimes I sing. Play the drums. The air guitar. The piano. Sometimes I'm Joan Jett. Sometimes I pour sugar on me. Sometimes I touch myself (not really).
And sometimes people do laugh at me. I know the cop at the school corner does. And the ones doing their paperwork at the park. And the bus ladies who wave at me as they pass by. Someone may even be video taping me. I don't care.
There are 249 songs on my Walking playlist. 269 on my "Favorite songs" playlist. I can't figure out exactly how many songs I have, total, but it's a lot. I am a song collector. I have songs you've never heard of. I have songs you heard when you were a kid and forgot about. I have songs that I love, songs that I like, even songs that I hate.
And I never knew that AC/DC was great walking music.
According to iTunes, I could walk for 17.2 hours with my Walking playlist.
And sometimes I wish I could.
Laugh at me if you will. Or dance with me.
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