I tried to be bored, but the voices inside my head wouldn’t let me.
Actually, I really didn’t try, because there was only one voice inside my head – and it was mine. I gave it a shot, but quickly found that any time I stopped thinking about everything/anything, I wound up back at my Gravatar description, researching something else that would do me no good at all, except as blog-fodder.
I tried some of that mindless Yoga contemplation – didn’t work! As soon as I stopped thinking about blog-posts, and useless trivia, into my head popped Spring Byington. She was a C-grade actress who only had one television series, called December Bride. It ran from 1954 to 1959.
She played a middle-aged, divorced woman, living with her grown daughter, and everybody was trying to fix her up with another husband. A (relatively) young Harry Morgan played the intrusive neighbor. The gimmick was that, like Howard Wolowitz’s mother on The Big Bang Theory, his acerbic wife was often heard, but never seen.
In researching a trip to Detroit, MI, I found that there are several other Detroits in the US, including Detroit TX….which is near Oklahoma City….which reminded me of the Jim Croce song, Rapid Roy, where he sings about transporting illegal moonshine, “Runnin’ from the man in Oklahoma City, with a 500 gallon tank.”
How much would 500 gallons of white lightning weigh? Hmmm – almost 4400 pounds! Certainly not something to be carried in a stripped-down, hopped-up sedan, or even a pickup truck, and definitely not while trying to out-speed or out-maneuver State Police vehicles.
Almost as soon as electric rice cookers became available, the wife had to have one. Six months later, they “New and Improved” them, by adding a tray in which you could steam things like the frozen dumplings that she likes to add to her homemade chicken soup. Recently, on Facebitch, someone offered a new Black and Decker unit with the steamer tray, for $15.
When we went to pick it up, the irony was that it was offered for sale by a young Chinese-Canadian woman, still living with her barely-speak-English immigrant parents. On the drive home I relaxed – and the voice in my head said ‘taffeta.’
There may be more than one of me inside, what I thought was, my empty head. Almost immediately, the same/different voice said, ‘I’ll see you the taffeta, and raise you organdy and sateen.’ They’re all thin, bright, shiny fabrics, often used as decoration on women’s clothing. Why would I even know that they exist, much less bring them up to myself during a car ride??!
It’s a wonder that I ever get any particular project completed, with all these odd thoughts and factoids caroming around at strange angles inside my brain, like a bumper car ride. I’ve proved that I can’t bore myself. I just hope that I haven’t bored you. Stop back soon for a ham on rye post – something with a little more meat to it. 🙂