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April 29, 2008

1527: My feet are in 2008, my brain is in 1963.

Relationships require compromise, evidently.

Pete likes sports, so we watch... sports. Or whatever. And then we watch TV shows on which sports are discussed -- in many cases, the very same sports we just watched, only this time they're shown in highlight form, resulting in an unsettling, déjà vu sensation for me but seemingly having no effect on Pete.

I like old crap, and by old crap, I mean if it's on TV Land, I'm watching it. Talking farm animals? Yes, please!

Whenever he surrenders the remote, Pete is subjected to all kinds of retro television crap; he says it's like I live in Pleasantville, which doesn't strike me as being a bad thing -- but I'd rather live in Mockingbird Heights...

Duh!

In addition to having to suffer back-to-back episodes of "I Love Lucy" (again, I can't begin to imagine what that's anything but a positive experience), Pete is sometimes subjected to my iPod.

This week's musical theme follows in the vein of "before anyone invented colors."

I wonder, where is that blonde girl today?

I imagine she's living in some warmer state, hundreds of miles south from where I am. She wears ballet flats and inappropriately tight cigarette pants that don't quite flatter her figure anymore. She has bright white hair that she has styled weekly into a gravity-defying masterpiece. She has a poodle that always has icky eye-goop in its fur and nothing in the way of manners. The dog chases birds around the fenced-in yard of her ground-floor apartment in the retirement complex her grandkids occasionally visit. She sits in a plastic, stackable chair which is part of a cheap patio set and smokes 100s, which she keeps in a soft-sided cigarette case. She wears several "signature" rings which are now a little too large for her fingers. When she dies, she'll leave those rings and a box full of Bakelite jewelry to me. It won't make me sad to wear them because I love it all as much as she did when she was my age, if not a little bit more, and that makes us even closer than we were when we watched "Bonanza" together. She sat off to the side, tapping her ash into a ceramic ashtray her first husband got her on their honeymoon in Hawaii; I sat on the couch, eating a Fluffernutter sandwich she made for me.

She's a total fox.

Posted by ashley at April 29, 2008 11:22 AM

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