Monday, November 21, 2005
I'd like to teach the world to sing
and then again, maybe not. I have this rare talent for memorizing show tunes as they unfold in a movie and recently have been singing the little diddy sung by Steve Martin and Martin Short in "The Three Amigos". Chevy Chase banged out the tune on the piano....my little buttercup (note, note) has the sweetest smile, do do do do do de do, and on it goes. I wouldn't mind the tune with the exception that I find it irksome to know a song I've heard once 20 years ago. That movie came out the year I graduated from high school. Add that to the list of reasons for doing an Ironman. I moved my senior year of high school, so I've never made an issue of reunions etc. My best friend died of a brain tumor before the five year, his funeral was reunion enough. Funny how songs can drive thoughts. Three days before we left for different universities this friend asked me to marry him. I turned him down-then and on three other occasions. We were like two peas in a pod, and I loved him, but we wouldn't have made for a good marriage-call it instinct. I would have been a 21 year old widow-makes me thankful for instinct.
So, what are you doing now? Well I'm training for an Ironman in November. And I can sing old, obscure songs.
As long as I can remember I've generally had a song of some kind meandering through my head-a song for every occasion-and it drives my kids nuts. ("I'm turning Japanese"-in case you're wondering and I have no idea what "turning Japanese and going nuts have in common other than that the song has a frenetic pace.)What exactly do they mean anyhow? And what exactly were Hyphen Girl and Soapinator thinking while I was away? Yellow isn't your brother's color! They have to act out their torment somewhere...Christmas is coming...BUT NOT YET!!!!!!!!!
We have a Christmas moratorium in efffect-the official first day of Christmas is the Friday following Thanksgiving-until 12:01 a.m. there is no music, no lights, no candy, no Christmas. I have to stand tough in my resolve against the unrelenting barage of requests for Christmas music-but I will stand firm-there is more to this iron training than just swim/bike/run you know.