Let’s get it over with: Happy Monday. Ok, I said it. No explanation point. (Ha ha, I got cha there, didn’t I?) And no, I did not really mean it. (The happy Monday! Pay attention y’all!) Because hey, who really puts “happy” and “Monday” together? It was purely obligatory at best. You are paying attention aren’t you? I meant the Happy Monday!
Anyway, this morning I noticed myself kind of singing the song, “Fly Me To The Moon,” in my head (Frank Sinatra sings this best IMHO. I would post a link to a video but gee you guys are distractible).
I most often sing this song, alternating with “Smile, though your heart is aching …” as a distraction, when I am somewhere or doing something that I would rather not do or be. Most commonly this setting and situation would have been in the medication room by the butler with a knife.
URGH! You guys are driving me MAD!
Back to the whole point! Distraction! I would sing that song, “Fly Me To The Moon” whenever I did not want to be or do whatever it was I was being or doing. Not that “where I’m at” today is so horrible. Although, Monday would be right up there with horrible, I really don’t mind helping my friend, or doing the writing, it’s just that my Monday is not purely my Saturday today, and I don’t like that.
If all that makes sense to you, here’s a banana. You don’t need to listen to any more.
Er, not that the rest of you lot have to. Listen. Again, pay attention. Not that the rest of you have to listen. Except, by now, you are a captive audience due to the fact that my stellar writing has already reeeeled you in… muahhh haaa haaa…
HO-kay… where was I.
The explanation point (Heh):
Most times, my Monday is my Saturday. I make no appointments, have no obligations, really don’t even make myself get dressed, if I don’t want to.
Um, I rarely make myself get dressed most days but that is beside the point. Pyjaminators unite! Rawwrrr!
Gee I’m acting like it is my Saturday! The brain feels like it … tonk tonk …
So what do I have scheduled today that that has me in a state of upheaval?
Well, not much. I have an older friend who has to go to the doctor’s. And I have to make up some writing words, about 2000 today.
Now, notice, it’s not like I am straight out.
Nor do I resent my friend. I want to help her. She sounds torrible! When you can hear someone wheezing in church from one row up and one aisle over, they really need to be seen!
Ok, let’s be honest! It’s the words that I resent.
I don’ waaannna… Pffhh… surprise surprise.
Ok, let’s start visualizing. You finish the book. It is halfway decent (and I am pretty sure it would be, if I finished the dang thing!) You finish writing the book, and even editing it!
You send it off to an editor, a friend-of-a-successful-friend maybe even …
It gets published! and read by many many, who beg the publishing company for the next book in the series! Which is (theoretically) already written, edited, and ready for publication! (even more theoretically)
Mm hmm… (picture wry Madea-like look)
Ok, that’s not the look I was going for. Try this.
haha. That’s not the look either. Well, trust me, Madea gets skeptical. Okay?!
Now I am suitably distracted, even more so than I was by my mental “Fly me to the moon.”
And so – “Get to work, Kathleeeen…”
Off I go.
But first, breakfast. Ha ha ha!