Call me easy, I don't mind.

[constance]

I'm kind of an idiot savant in that I can be minding my own business when suddenly something little and insignificant happens and I am transported by its sheer loveliness. Mostly I keep this sort of thing--my transports, I mean--under strict control, because now I am writing about it, you are likely thinking that this trait is either stupid and Pollyannish or rather charming--or possibly both--but if you were, like, to let me in line in front of you at Target because you had a cartload of stuff and I just had a gift card, and I were to, like, suddenly burst into tears of sheer pleasure because I thought what you had done was some sort of miraculously beautiful act, you'd be completely freaked out, wouldn't you? I mean, I certainly would be. So. Control is key.

As it happens, however, I have been given license to freak you out, because I have been invited (not specifically, it is true, but in a general sense) by various members of my friendslist to share ten moments of joy with you. Here are ten from today, not counting the Target moment which I will give you for free. Tomorrow's will be entirely different.

Pay careful attention. You will be quizzed later.

1. When Olive the Cat wants attention, she throws herself belly-up on top of my feet, no matter that I happen to be moving from one place to another. Trust me, when a cat throws herself at your feet while you are walking, it is impossible not to feel that you are impetuously loved in the most unequivocal way.



2. This morning when I was putting on my shoes--which happen, incidentally, to match my toenails, although this was a happy accident--I thought about my New Orleans days, wearing proper skirts and twinsets and pantyhose to work even in the sweltering tropical summer heat. And then I thought about my current outfit. Today, I wore jeans and a t-shirt and a pair of pink-striped red-soled flip-flops to work. Need I say more?



3. I saw this moment of CatCF:


Grandma Josephine: What a beastly girl!
Grandma Georgina: Despicable.
Grandpa George: You don't know what we're talking about.
Grandma Georgina: ...Dragonflies?


4. My boss, who is normally the most sensible of creatures, spent the whole morning spinning giddily in her office chair and giggling over it. I have no idea what was up with her, but I approve.



5. I read this post, and most especially the response by kon (which is the last one, as I write this). ♥ !



6. A letter! In the mail! REAL MAIL! From my friend D from Baton Rouge. She is the best letter-writer, kind of scatter-brained and magpie-ish. But even if she weren't: a letter! In the mail! REAL MAIL!



7. Today on my iPod, The Jazz Butcher Conspiracy's "Big Saturday" came up. It is a song from deep in my youth, and I had a huge crush on its lead singer, spent lots of money on imported records and cheap music-club concert tickets. I listened to the song today and googled the band and found their website, which I spent a little time poking around. It makes me sad, a little, that the site seems so little trafficked, but by God, it delights me to learn that I am not wrong to have loved him so. He is entirely wonderful, I tell you. Plus there are songs to download.
   
   On a related note, I share with a friend a sort of secret code, a quote from "Big Saturday" which we use to wish each other well, and I discovered on the site that after quoting for twenty years, we are wrong! Coco! It is not "Hey, kid," it is "Hey, King," and it is a remark to fellow Conspiracy member and Woodentops frontman Rolo McGinty. :o To keep to a theme you began: I like it better our way, don't you?



8. Also on my iPod, I heard Wilco's "Via Chicago". It's not my favorite song from Summerteeth, by any means, but today I was struck by the word embarcadero, which I have been rolling around in my mouth for the last hour or so, like Eli Cash on drugs in The Royal Tenenbaums, mumbling "Wiiiiildcat" over and over. Embarcadero. Embarcadeeerrrro. It has a rollicking, swashbuckling sound. Mmmmm, embarcaderrr-r-r-r-o.



9. I stopped off at the drugstore on my way home to buy a green tea with ginseng and honey, because it is a current guilty pleasure of mine, and lo! They had very silly, super-tall cans on sale, two for the price of one. Also two for the price of one, in my cavalcade of earthly delights: the tea, and the CVS sale. What a bargain, for all of us.



10. I read this for the 427th time (and it never stops being funny):
    
    Twing Village Hall,
    Friday, December 23rd,
    Richard Little
    presents
    A New and Original Revue
    Entitled
    What Ho, Twing!!
    Book by
    Richard Little
    Lyrics by
    Richard Little
    Music by
    Richard Little
    With the Full Twing Juvenile
    Company and Chorus.
    Scenic Effects by
    Richard Little
    Produced by
    Richard Little

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