‘If I’m gonna be alone, let it be with you’

February 22nd, 2017, 7:59 PM by Goddess

Naturally I had to buy both versions of “We Can Always Come Back to This” from last night’s “This is Us” episode.

Listened to both on the way to work on a loop.

So many feels.

I think of my Momma too, just like William did.

I thought of someone else who would appreciate it. Posted the iTunes link on Facebook rather than saying “this would be our song if …”

He knows.

Lyrics:

Standing at the station
We don’t know what to say
Looking out the window
As you’re rolling away
If I’m gonna be alone
Let it be with you.

Mother don’t you cry
We’re gonna be all right
Open up your suitcase when you get there tonight
You’re not alone
I’m always
Always here with you.

So don’t give up on me
I’ll never give up on you
Everything’s gonna be all right
I know you believe it too
If I’m gonna be alone
Then let it be with you.

Look up not down
It all comes around
Even when you’re gone
We can always come back to this
We can always come back to this
We can always always always always always come back to this.

— “We Can Always Come Back to This,” written by Sidd Khosla and performed by Brian Tyree Henry and also by Hannah Miller



‘There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you’

February 22nd, 2017, 7:48 AM by Goddess

The thing that makes “This is Us” so unbelievably awesome is exactly what I posted about yesterday.

I am still reeling from last night’s episode that took Randall and William to Memphis. And why?

Because the writers leave nothing on the table. They pack every brilliant idea they can find into each episode.

They know the show could be canceled at any moment. (It won’t, thank God — it’s been renewed for the next two years already.)

I cried and laughed and cried and did I mention cried? That’s how you do it. That’s the writer, the producer, the director, the talent, the EVERYTHING coming together.

I really need to sign up for Shonda Rimes’ screenwriting class. I have to. These stories aren’t telling themselves, you know.

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you,” as Maya Angelou said.

And mine is killing me with each day that passes with it going untold.



Sophie’s Choice vs. living la vida Sophia Loren

February 21st, 2017, 5:20 PM by Goddess

I got an invite to a housewarming.

Personally, I haven’t thrown a housewarming party in years. Mostly because I left my cool friends in Pittsburgh and D.C. and couldn’t get two people to even come to my house these days.

Also, I don’t cook anymore and I used to LOVE to make a million appetizers. Who the hell has time for that anymore?

Plus, I’m over 40. We’re still doing this?!

I was shocked when I heard there was not only an RSVP date, but a gift registry.

I also got invited to a wedding in Pittsburgh this summer. That wedding registry was a doozy. Everything was white. White plates, white sheets, white towels, white rugs, white cookware and white shower curtain. Like, something out of a horror film.

(And I won’t even say that I think the groom is gay … whoops, wait, just did!)

At least the stuff on the housewarming registry is tasteful and has a few pops of color.

Although, I am more of the “stop at the liquor store on the way to the party” kind of gal than an “OK I will buy your bed in a bag” type.

Also, I have never quite spent that kind of money on a housewarming (A) or someone I don’t know all that well (B) or taken kindly to being told what to bring (C).

Shit, my ex-neighbor kept inviting me to gatherings and begging me to bring cheese and crackers and I abstained based on that alone.

I ain’t a cheese-and-crackers kind of party gal. Sorry. Ain’t a big fan of the bed-in-a-bag, either. And I don’t touch anything white because I will ruin it.

However, I will buy you a very nice bottle of wine that you probably never tried before and you will LIKE it if you can get past your affinity for Boone’s Farm Snow Creek Berry.

In any event, I made plans that day already but the party is way closer to my house. And would still cost less, net-net.

One day I will get to decide between hanging out on a yacht with champagne and lying on a beach in the Maldives. Till then, it’s more Sophie’s Choice than living la vida Sophia Loren.



Four hours

February 21st, 2017, 10:26 AM by Goddess

Got to talking with a friend last week about “laying it all on the table.” Like, when you’ve left a relationship or job or friendship or other commitment, what will you have wish you’d given that you didn’t?

So yesterday, that translated into “four hours.” I worked for four hours and Mom cleaned the office. It feels like a completely different place. I took out four massive bags of trash that contained months worth of onions and god knows what. I haven’t yet sat on the cleaned-three-times toilet but I honestly cannot wait. Truly, it’s the little things.

So that, that’s what I wanted. Not going to claim I can die happy now or be escorted to the curb feeling like I achieved world peace. But the scent of newly mopped floors is quite stimulating for the brain, so I’m going to enjoy it.



Letters from the gone-bananas republic of Palm Beach

February 20th, 2017, 8:01 AM by Goddess

So this happened (again):

I returned the last one within 24 hours of purchase. And here’s why.

This one’s a keeper. I managed to get all my stuff off my Time Capsule this time, so I don’t have to take the old iMac in for service. Now to not wait 10 years to return it to Apple, like I did with the G4 that lived in six different apartments with me before I offloaded it last year.

I should probably have anxiety about the purchase. It cost just less than a month’s rent (and yes, rent is THAT HIGH). But I’ve wanted one of these for close to a decade. And look, the world is going to end whether or not I have a computer that doesn’t suck, right?

It’s been 222 days since I was able to back up my iPhone. Funny how much of a luxury that felt like, connecting my phone to a working computer. I’d say it’s a first-world problem, but given the tinpot dictator who spends his weekends three miles up the road, I like to think of it as a “gone-bananas republic” problem.