Tropical Storm Laura’s Brain
Welp. Florida was the best thing ever except for maybe a tropical storm decided to show up?
BUT. I got some quality beach time before that happened and who doesn’t love a tropical storm?
(Probably people who are seriously injured in them?)
But when you’re safe, they can be fun and the power went out around 11 pm and I learned how to play the card game ‘Hearts’ by candlelight.
(Speaking of Heart(s), one of my earliest memories from childhood is playing with my brother Paul in a room that was maybe kind of like an attic? It was summer and sunlight was streaming through this attic window catching all the dust mites and maybe Heart’s “These Dreams” was playing on the radio downstairs? Mom? Can you clarify this?
Speaking of, my mom has always made clear that she can’t stand the band Heart because they are devil worshippers. Anyone besides my mom, can you clarify this?)
Anyway, back to the card game Hearts:
New Thing I Learned About Myself!
I am TERRIBLE at Hearts and I am especially terrible when people have NO HEART OR SOUL and decide to continually dump the Queen of Spades on me which, if you know Hearts, means certain death. I’m not saying WHO this person was who had NO MERCY but I might be dating them. MIGHT BE. I ended the game with approximately 800 billion points so I did what any normal person would do and pretended that in Hearts, the most points wins!
(The opposite is of course true.)
But who cares? It’s a tropical storm and I just got a thousand points! I win vacation!
THESE DREAAAAAAAAAAAMS GO ON WHEN I CLOSE MY EYYYYYYYYYYES!
Hm. What else?
In Florida, I drank a lot of coffee and wine but not at the same time, sat on the beach and near a pool, rode a bicycle all around, cooked up some delicious food and played cards terribly.
So, basically I need to go back on vacation as fast as humanly possible because it was amazing.
EVERY SEEEEEEEEECOND OF THE NIGHT, I LIVE ANOTHER LIFE!
That’s it for now.
This weekend, I’m going to see the new Wes Anderson movie, rehearse some improv, go to a birthday party in Brooklyn, meet Alayna for brunch and then stare at the wall in a stupor because THAT IS A LOT OF STUFF.
But, fun stuff.
I like summer a whole lot.
(Plus vacation.)
(Plus my new sandals.)
(Plus the person wearing the shoes behind my sandals. What.)
Two things:
One) Dust mites are bugs.
B) For some reason certain Christian groups see Satanism all over the place in Rock ‘n’ Roll. In some cases it’s understandable, like certain Rolling Stones album titles. In other cases it’s not, and Heart is in the latter category. For some reason these Christian groups got it into their heads that Heart’s “Magic Man” is about the Devil. It’s not. It’s about Ann Wilson’s then-boyfriend and Heart band manager Michael Fisher. Her mother didn’t approve of the relationship. The lyrics are about that.
You can hear all about it here in their own words.
Heart’s a great band. They’re one of the more head-scratching bands to have the satanic charge leveled at them. I mean, c’mon, they’re a far cry from Slayer.
Okay – yes, you played in an attic type room in our 2nd house. It was a different sort of house, add-ons and stuff. Love the “dust mites” in the rays of the sun. Always reminds me of childhood when we had the time to just sit and watch that or when we were sick and had to “be still”, in those days. I think it’s just dust and not the creep crawly guys, but I often am in denial.
Heart – well, their videos were a little weird. Not sure about the Satanism thing. Don’t like their songs. And, yes, probably they were the top songs when you were that age.
Hearts – the card game. LOVE that game but didn’t teach it to you because, you probably would change the rules and THINK you won! (Like mutha, like dawta.)
Yay for Florida vacations. Time to book a few and stop wasting time doing that, oh, wait, employment thing. Ah, yes, SOMEONE has to work and keep themselves to the manner of new sandals.
The end. Going out to enjoy the sun.
Don’t worry, it’s usually not the dust mites themselves that are airborne. Just their feces.
I am a fount of comforting knowledge!
But I was really just saying that what Laura saw suspended in sunlight was probably just dust particles. Not dust mites. Because dust mites are bugs and they’re generally too heavy to be suspended in the air.
Dust motes! That’s what they’re called. That’s what Laura meant. It just hit me.
The dust mote hit you? Wow, that’s gotta hurt real bad!
Come on, Mrs. Dlug. That’s just silly. I did get banzai’d by a turtle in Central Park the other day, though. The little buggers are hiding in the trees. They get wilier every day.
See? They just took down that website. Crafty, aren’t they.
Slow and steady removes the website…but now, I’ll just have to take your word for it, huh? Actually, saved a little turtle at the beach the other day. Helped him before he got squished.
Yeah, I’m sure he looked so helpless and cute. That’s how they lure you in. But they’re mischievous little rascals, mark my words.