Floors to walk on, for once

I am not sure but I may be getting hardwood floors next week! They aren’t really hardwood… more like Pergo or laminate or whatever you call them… but I am super excited! My house is going to look AWESOME! I guess I’ll know soon. The guy I talked to should bring me samples soon. He says he can get the job done fast.

This evening I sat by myself out at the Bensalem Amphitheater listening to a bunch of dirty hippies singing 60’s music. Listening to their uneven, off-kilter warbling, I thought to myself, “How did it come to this?” I don’t think it was coincidence that I was wearing a t-shirt emblazoned with the words, “Out of Order.” It was just a little over 2 months ago that life seemed pretty normal to me. I talked to my dad almost every day and I thought I was finally at that point where I was going to get married and start moving in the direction of the future I had always planned for myself. Two months later, I am sitting in the middle of a field about ready to rumble with the jerk behind me because he wouldn’t stop talking but even worse, he COULDN’T NAME THE SINGER OF SWEET CAROLINE! I am sorry but he deserved a foot up his butt.

I am not complaining or looking for guidance. I am just venting. I am undoubtedly better off in some respects. At least now my eyes are open. I just wish I could get past this feeling of… I don’t know.

Whatever. If anything, I am finally spending money on some much needed home improvements. After the floors, I think I may replace the carpeting in the loft… like gray berber, maybe. Of course, I could just take the money and move to Key West. Live on the beach. Spend my days at Sloppy Joe’s. And one day, just wash away.

10 thoughts on “Floors to walk on, for once

  1. Donna Post author

    The Last Waltz! What a great movie! That Rick Danko was so high and Robbie Robertson was too cool. (Ever see him in Carny with Gary Busey?)

    I gotta admit– I am not all that into this phase of Diamond… I prefer his earlier, pop-y stuff. I think he was taking himself too seriously at this point.

    Did you know he wrote I’m A Believer by the Monkees?

  2. gerald harrington

    High!? You can see a huge coke granual in Neil Young’s nostril! In one section I saw some guy in the wings gurning his chewing gum so hard I thought he was going to spaz out. Robbie Robertson is interviewed at one point before the Neil Young section and he talks about Tin Pan Alley and song writers (Leeber & Stoller, Carol King–Neil Diamond) and I think these guys are old enough that they (The Band and Bob Dylan) aspired to be considered song writers good as that on some level. Don Kirshner was using tin pan alley like writers for the first Monkey’s songs, I think. Talking ’bout pop music…

  3. B. Davis

    You were in a field with a bunch of dirty hippies, you say? Are you sure you weren’t in Austin, Texas, a town filled with tie-dyed nincompoops who still think it’s 1974?

    I also prefer the upbeat Neil Diamond who didn’t come off as if he were reciting a Shakespeare sonnet. He sounded especially constipated while reciting “Septim Buh-Mowun. We dance until the night became a brand-new day-uh. Two lovers playing scenes from some romantic plaaaaaaaay.”

    I suggest you for the lead if this TV series is ever re-done:

    http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0502439/

  4. Donna Post author

    I don’t see the correlation of this 2point4 children show… I need more info to understand how it relates to hippies in a field.

  5. B. Davis

    A small voice inside me tells me that I’m not making any sense, and that I’m wearing out my welcome. Think I’ll slip on down to the Oasis, ’cause I’ve got friends in low places.

  6. gerald harrington

    I think everybody was very conscious of being filmed for posterity by Martin Scorsese and there were people like Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Michael McClure reciting poetry.

  7. Donna Post author

    Lawrence Ferlinghetti — years ago Erin and I used to go to Poetry Slams and the one regular poet had this amazing poem he often performed called Furlong Getty. You see, there’s a nearby town called Furlong and right in the middle of town is a Getty Gas Station. The poem was really awesome I wish I could find a recording of it.

  8. gerald harrington

    That’s funny! Someone wrote a biography of Bob Dylan recently and apparently the book spends some time examining Dylan’s relationship with Alan Ginsburg that sounds really interesting. I’ve always liked the Beats but it’s been a while since I’ve read anything. Those poets in the Last Walz (although I guess Michael Mcclure was reciting from the Canterbury Tales) obviously wished they could be rock stars on that stage at the Winterland Ballroom in San Francisco. It’s got to be pretty lonely being a poet I’ve seen Dylan a couple times over the last years and I admire his integrity. He’s not perfect by any means but he’s a great song writer. I think people will still be interested in the Beats for some time. The 50’s was a long time ago…

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