A rainy Saturday … Matt is playing in the men’s doubles in between the showers and I’m here with G&W. Wondering if anyone thinks the picture at right looks like either of them?
Grey’s Anatomy season premiere was even more self-consciously “deep” than usual. But did get me thinking about McDreamy’s comments re: those few moments where in a single instant your whole life changes. Interesting to ponder.
Mostly today I’ve been thinking about the fine line between pleasantly multifaceted and flat-out schizophrenic. Wondering if I’ve crossed it of late. Two examples:
This morning I was in the car a bunch by myself. My music assortment was: 1. Kiss 108 top 40 … love this stuff. Should I be concerned that my four year old says, routinely, “how come everytime you come around my London, London Bridge wanna go down?” 2. Early Madonna – really nothing better than Like a Prayer (more on what that reminds me of in another column – for Proust if may have been the madeleine, for me it’s songs) 3. Faith Hill (I would go so far as to call her my lesbian crush) 4. Britney Spears’ greatest hits (yes, this is an actual CD, and sort of tragic because it reminds one of how head-spinningly fast her descent into mediocrity happened) 5. a Target brand CD of 70s singer-songwriters 6. kd lang (adore her cover of Joni Mitchell’s Case of You) … no two ways about it, driving a Subaru wagon with two carseats while rocking out to Fergie is a little schizo.
Yesterday afternoon, sitting in the sun with Anna and Margo, I dug through my bag trying to find something. This whole big-and-unstructured bag thing is definitively bad for me. In addition to my standard Treo/phone/wallet/lip balm luggage, there was a pink grosgrain bow of Gracie’s, an Economist, a tear sheet from Vogue with some shoes I like, and a corkscrew.
Hmmmmmm.