Deep thoughts....sort of

As I am still in the throes of my marathon cleaning session, it has easily lasted for two weeks now, I have been thinking.

A lot.

I hate cleaning, the tedium of it all, but it does have a mental benefit for me.  I hash out so much.  I have deep thoughts ala Jack Handy style, but others are truly deep.  For example, today I thought as I was getting coated in dust as I cleaned ceiling fan blades, base boards, under filing cabinets my eyes were feeling fuzzy from it all.  I got thinking I bet I look like King Neptune from the Sponge Bob movie when he sprays the hair in a can in his eyeballs instead of on his head and his eyes sprout furry brown hair.

Next I got thinking of how a simple greeting from a good friend last night, brought a much needed smile to my face.  We had a wedding reception to go to last night, it was at the Country Club of Virginia and we were requested to wear beachy kind of dressy clothes.  I had nothing that I could wear, so I went out last minute, did I mention I was at work up to my elbows in food grade silicon greaser from putting ice cream dispensing machines together, to try and find something.  It was just one of those days where nothing, absolutely nothing, looked good.  I was in a particularly cross mood because there was nowhere to park, I had to walk a million miles to the store I wanted to "just pop over" to and be in and out of so I could get back to work to pick up my girls who were still working, but that idea was nixed pretty quickly.  I go stomping into Cache, after my Tourettes fueled cursing tirade trying to find a parking spot, and start rifling through the racks.  I picked out easily 10 things that would have worked.  Would have being the operative phrase.  NOTHING looked right, good, fit well, just nothing.  I finally took this one dress that had a florally print, blouson top and tight short skirt.  It didn't look as well on me as it does on this lovely model, but it worked.

I got some strappy white patent leather wedge sandals, a chunky gold bracelet and off we went.  But I was tugging at the skirt, pulling at the shoulder, rearranging my molecules non-stop. Not happy at all, still trying to shake the whole shopping experience from my mind, the woman taking my NO dresses away at Cache saying that the skirt "accentuated" my thighs a bit much (which is one feature on my body besides my tummy that I am overly self conscious about) and just look forward to the celebration ahead.

Tug, tug, tug, shift, pull, tug, pull.....Greet friends that you really love hanging out with and never have enough time to see them as much as you'd like.  Sit and have a Sea Breeze, some prosciutto tug, tug, tug, pull....more friends come in, get up to hug and kiss hello.  And as you walk over to a particularly favorite couple you hear the guy say "Hello beautiful" followed by a huge hug. Oh are you referring to me???  And at that, I stopped the rearranging.  I let my molecules be. Someone was seeing me with the eyes I wished I had and I stopped myself.  Let myself have fun, and let it all loose when they played the Cupid Shuffle  and no one was really out there showing them how it gets done.

Then I got thinking of the Cupid Shuffle.  Silly song really, but one that makes my day every time I hear it.  I believe it has to do with Christmas Cookies, Katie's Birthday, my girls in the kitchen as I was making my special Italian Rainbow cookies and Katie put it on.  We all stopped what we were doing and started shuffling together.  It was a rare time when we were together and happy and all was good.  My girls played the song today and we all broke into the dance, I was covered in dust and grumbling about it, it was what I needed to hear.  It changes my mood immediately.

That got me thinking about music in general.  It is such an amazing thing if you think about it.  I have everything from the Carmina Burana, to the Overture of 1812 to AC/DC to Linkin Park to Run DMC to Ludacris on my Ipod.  There is something so interminable about music. There are some songs I listen to that make me happy, some help me through work outs that I think I'll never be able to make it through, some that bring tears to my eyes because the melody is such genius and I am awestruck that someone could weave notes together in such a moving way...Some that are so sensual to me that they are like porn to my ears. Others evoke memories, if I hear Hello by Martin Solveig I break out in a cold sweat and my stomach knots because that song was on before we started our Ironman Florida swim hahaha!  I couldn't live in a world without music to wrap around me.

Then I wondered what my dog thinks when she looks at me or he looks at me with those sweet eyes.  They just come over and look at me like they need something that only I can give them and I ask myself what is it that goes on in there?  Are you loving me at that moment when I am scratching your head as much as I am loving you?  Are you thinking, she might be tasty with barbeque sauce? Are you thinking, are you my mother?  I wish I knew....

I could go on and on, my thoughts threading together today, emptying from my mind like I had a wand and Dumbledore's pensieve...but I have so much more to do to get my house ready and I've rambled enough already.

Maybe cleaning and clearing the dust and cobwebs from my home is a way for me to clear the same from my head.  Cleaning is my mental floss.