A little zest

when life hands you lemons…

joni June 7, 2009

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I have a long time love affair with Joni Mitchell and it all started when I was in grade school. Of course I didn’t come across her music on my own. Growing up my mother played music all the time, especially in the afternoons when she was cleaning or reading the New York Times. It varied of course; there was Bruce Springsteen (another favorite from my childhood), Jackson Browne, nameless piano music, sometimes the Beatles. But Joni Mitchell was the one musician she played consistently and always more than one CD. I don’t remember why but I didn’t like the music at first, not that I had any particular music I would have rather listened to, though maybe I was going through my Donna Lewis and Ricky Martin phases. But as I got older I fell in love with her beautiful lyrics and interesting voice; the songs were so beautiful, each in their own way. Before I went away to college, I burned all the Joni Mitchell CDs my Mom owned onto my laptop. Joni made me feel relaxed, reminded me of home, and I always found a new favorite song every time I listened.

This past year I didn’t listen to her at all really. There was one song on a playlist on my iPod, Car on a Hill, that reminded me of my exboyfriend when we were together. But I had stopped listening to her. No wonder my life had gotten so rough; I had forsaken the one person who, through no intention on her part, got me through things. Then last night my Mom played her Blue CD and I was reminded all over again why I love her, her voice and her lyrics. I decided since it’s Sunday and I’m feeling tired and sun-soaked after an afternoon at the beach that I would share some of my favorite lines from her songs. Just listen to Joni Mitchell, she’s absolutely amazing.

 

“I remember that time you told me, you said love is touching souls. Surely you touched mine ’cause part of you pours out of me in these lines from time to time.” -Case of You

“I am not some stone commission, like a statue in the park. I am flesh and blood and vision, I am howling in the dark.” -Come in from the Cold

“All good dreamers pass this way some day, hiding behind bottles in dark cafes. Dark cafes, only a cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings and fly away.” -The Last Time I Saw Richard

“Love came to my door, with a sleeping roll and a madman’s soul. He thought for sure I’d seen him dancing up a river in the dark, looking for a woman to court and spark.” -Court and Spark

“I feel like I’m sleeping, can you wake me? You seem to have a broader sensibility. I’m just living on nerves and feelings with a weak and a lazy mind.” -People’s Parties

“It always seems so righteous at the start, when there’s so much laughter, when there’s so much spark. When there’s so much sweetness in the dark.” -Car on a Hill

“But I know my needs, my sweet tumbleweed. I need more quiet times, by a river flowing, you and me, deep kisses, and the sun going down.” -Lesson in Survival

“It’s the nature of the race, it’s the unknown child, so sweet and wild, it’s youth, it’s too good to waste.” -Blonde in the Bleachers

“Young love was kissing under bridges, kissing in cars, kissing in cafes. And we were walking down main street, kisses like bright flags hung on holidays. In France they kiss on main street, amour, Mama, not some cheap display.” -In France They Kiss on Main Street

“Moons and Junes and ferris wheels, that dizzy dancing way you feel as every fairy tale comes real: I’ve looked at love that way. But now it’s just another show, you leave ‘em laughing when you go. And if you care, don’t let ‘em know, don’t give yourself away.” -Both Sides Now

“When you dig down deep, you lose good sleep and it makes you heavy company. I will always love you, hands alike, magnet and iron, the souls.” -Lesson in Survival

 

a short story June 14, 2008

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Sometimes you think life sucks when you are riding your bike then your foot hits a stump and you scrape a huge chunk of skin off your big toe. This is at the same time that the best looking guy you have seen in the past two weeks comes running by. With his shirt off. So you pretend that your toe isn’t about to fall off and you say hi and bike ride away.

But then you realize that you are spending the day on the beach.

 

doctor’s visits, body wash, and a tux May 16, 2008

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It was beautiful out today, sunny and 75 degrees. I didn’t have to work because I had doctor’s appointments. It was just two of them and it was going to be an amazing day. I should have known that my life is hilarious. So here it is:

  • At doctor office #1 I have to put on a hospital gown. I turn around to take off my shirt and realize that my room has windows that overlook the parking lot. Later I have to take off my bra for an x-ray and have to crouch down on the floor.
  • I go to pick up my brother’s tux from Men’s Warehouse for his prom that’s tomorrow night. This is the same place where I got hit on by a prep school boy yesterday. I go ask one of the sales people for the tux. She says to talk to Alex, the guy in the blue shirt. I don’t see any guy in a blue shirt. The tux lady gets mad and starts yelling, “Alex! Alex!” and pointing wildly at the at a rack of clothing. Suddenly, a guy in a blue shirt, Alex, emerges from behind the rack of clothing. I missed him because he was the exact size of the clothing rack.
  • At doctor’s office #2 I was not prepared. The doctor decided that, though I had no idea how to play bridge, he was going to explain part of my symptoms to me in a bridge metaphor. I still have no idea what’s wrong with me.
  • Apparently it is best to test someone with ear problems by shoving a device in their ear, a device that admits a high-pitched beep over and over again.
  • I was accosted by several Bath and Body Works employees as I tried to get my favorite body wash. Apparently, if you are interested, there is a sale of 5 washes for $30. The very peppy sales associate felt it was her duty to remind me of this several times over. Oh and the body mist is 25% off too!
 

work it out May 14, 2008

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I was on the elliptical at the gym. This gym is not my speed; it’s actually my mom’s gym and I slipped in by saying that I am going to buy a membership…eventually. I can’t belong to a gym because I look at fitness the same way I look at shopping at Wal-mart: only when necessary. I didn’t have my iPod and I tried in vain to find MTV, VH1. or E! on the miniscule tv attached to the machine but all I could do was flip from Rachel Ray’s 30 minute meals to Action 6 News. The machine had too many buttons so punched a few and lied about my weight and then started pedalling like I actually cared about working out. Some day my body is going to look really cellulite-y and then I’ll start to take this gym thing seriously, I swear.

I was on the elliptical for a good 15 minutes, half of the time I resolved for working out on that stupid machine. That was when the guy got on the machine next to me. He kept clearing his throat and stretching next to the machine for as long and as awkwardly as possible. I pretended that I didn’t notice. I was not there for bullshit, plus the old man to my left smelled rank and I was concentrating on only breathing out. Despite all my pretending I still managed to catch a glimpse of and have to admit he wasn’t bad looking but he wasn’t great looking. But I wasn’t here to meet a guy. He gets on the machine and obviously has no idea how to work it. He pretends like he is just trying to contemplate how hard he’s going to push himself and finally settles on pushing a few buttons on a time and then kicking his feet. Congratulations, you got the machine to work. He spends the next 15 minutes of my workout trying to get my attention without actually saying anything to me directly. He no doubt missed my pissed off face because he kept trying to smile at me. I was Monday night, I was not in the mood. Sometimes I am a grinch and can’t help it. I finally finished my work out and when I hopped off, he tried to discretely check out my backside. I mean, seriously?

This is my story of why the gym is the last place for me to meet guys.