What I'm in love with right now...

Chet Baker - Let's Get Lost

A musical mishap

The Reverend Horton Heat Performing "Slow"

I attended a concert last week, The Reverend Horton Heat. This concert always promises to be a raucous time. On this occasion, I decided to bring my 18 year old nephew and his 17 year old buddy. The "cool aunt" thing to do, right? Let me start by saying that the music of Reverend Horton Heat is not tame, nor is it feminine in its aural qualities, so I figured the teens would have a great time. The music is a mixture of rockabilly, country, and a dash of punk done in the way only a Texan band can. Psychobilly, very cool, no? No. The boys were falling asleep. There were two opening acts The Von Ehrics and The Down Unders. These bands complemented the psychobilly sound very well.  So much for my "cool aunt" gesture, the teens were bored out of their minds. Not sure where I went wrong in influencing/corrupting these young minds. Oh well, the important thing here is that I had a great time. That's all that really matters anyway.

End of my gardening project

Who knew that cats like to eat seedlings? Apparently, not me. So with that sad end to my attempt at growing edible things, on to other flights of fancy....NEXT!!!

Gardening: Day 6

Okay, day six and here are my little ones. Somewhat proud of myself, considering it is 15 fucking degrees outside. Ice all over the ground outside, little seedlings inside. I am too excited that they are actually growing, this is a first for me! My hope is that they keep growing and that I don't find a way to screw it up! They are progressing nicely!
I haven't done much other than making sure that the soil is moist, playing a daily selection of old school punk for them, and an occasional jazz injection. They seem to be responding nicely. The playlist is below should you read this and decide that you'd like to recreate my experiment.

Day One: The Stooges - I need Somebody
Day Two: Fugazi - Waiting Room
Day Three: Chet Baker - It's Always You
                  Sex Pistols - Satellite
Day Four: Nancy Wilson - You'd Be So Nice To Come Home To
Day Five: Dead Kennedys - Holiday In Cambodia
Day Six: The Ramones - Baby, I Love You

Well, I can't say with absolute certainty that the music is the reason for the impressive growth, but I can say that I will have the coolest plants on my block. Who knows, maybe the dishes I create with these plants will also taste better...hmmm.

Foray into gardening....day one.

Not sure why I feel like growing things, but I decided that I need to try my hand at this. Today was day one, step one. I placed one or two seeds in each of these compartments, covered them with a little potting medium and watered. Now we wait and see...

Paperwhites I grew this month. I impressed myself, they aren't dead.

Whoa!

I have never been consumed by this aging thing. I am whatever age I am, and that's cool. I don't carry myself like a 40 year old, but this could be because my social development has been excruciatingly slow. Also because I feel like my 10 year failure of a marriage had me blinded to any personal growth for 10+ years. Who knows, who really cares? The point here is that today, I became painfully aware of my age. I've never thought about having children, never wanted any. Recently I've had discussions with two men who find that not wanting children would be a deal breaker in their relationships. Then I think, internally, maybe I could have a child. That's when the age thing flies up and slaps me in the face. My inner self says "At forty, you are too old to risk pregnancy. Too many issues could arise. The prognosis is risky at best". What?!?!?! Something I cannot do? What is this, my biological clock? Where did this come from? Someone stop that ticking noise!!! I was happy last week! Today I feel like a woman sitting at the edge of a grave, "just let me know when to get in, mmmmkay". All of a sudden, I think about babies, I think about relationships, and of course the big daddy...my own mortality.  Now it seems urgent that I find someone to love, there's not much time left you know! Who is going to want a woman in her forties that is unable to give a family? Here come the wrinkles, there go the teeth, here come the cats. Oh, the cats.