September 13th, 2006


Han shot first, and Jimmy is back in my life

This morning, I was listening to Jimmy, something I haven't really done in a while. I admit, I take a bit of crap for playing it so often, and it does make me less likely to play it, but I've really been missing Jimmy recently.

This morning, though, was actually me listening to a cover he did of "Sail On Sailor".

I wrest the waters, fight Neptune's waters
Sail through the sorrows, of life's maurauders
Unrepenting, often empty
Sail on, sail on sailor

Like my experience with the Pinball Wizard a couple weeks ago, there was something here I hadn't heard before.

I think, though I'm not entirely certain, that I heard:


Of course, this might have to do with the line,

Heartbreaks nearing, always fearing, never caring, persevering

Because, you know, the word "persevering" appears there and all.

But last night, last night I felt truly happy as I stood in a puddle of water up to my ankles in the WalMart parking lot, holding a quart and a half of french vanilla ice cream and the DVD's of:(For those concerened about my shopping habits, the DVD's were purchased down the street at Best Buy. Only the ice cream was bought at WalMart.)

I haven't figured out why I felt so darn happy at that point. I think it was because each of those videos has a connection to friends and people I truly, deeply love, and obtaining all of them at once, and standing with them in a puddle in the rain (oh, the associations I have with rain). . . I think that was it. it was good. And it was good that it was good. And yeah, I was really very happy.

My oracle for today was simple and explicit:
209. Nobody left to blame; nobody but you.
Oh, how right you are, Jimmy. Personal responsibility is truly the deepest lesson of Buffett music for me. It's my own damn fault.

Drums of WalMart Ice Cream

WalMart sells what could only be described as two gallon drums of ice cream.

As I was seaching for some ice cream for the cats (hey, it's as good an excuse as any to buy ice cream) last night, I came across these drums in the ice cream aisle.

For a moment, I just stopped and stared. Who eats two gallons of ice cream?

The answer came in a flash: I do.

Well, it was more of an, "I would, if I could find a place to store the drum while I was working my way through each bowl." A two gallon drum of ice cream wouldn't fit in my freezer.

I know this because I went to hardware and brought back a measuring tape.

But as I was staring at the drums, I muttered, "Wow, that's a hell of a lot of ice cream . . ." I'm not sure if it was the amazement or the lust in my voice that caught the attention of the girl next to me, but I heard her laugh and say, "Would you believe that I have a patient who can eat an entire thing like that?"

I smiled. "Actually, I would. I was thinking about getting one of those myself."

She was a black woman about my age, wearing scrubs with a cat and dog pattern on them. Her hair was long and tied back, but still fell around her shoulders. "What kind of patients do you work with?"

"Cancer patients. I'm a nurse. We ran out of chocolate," she said. "So I came here to get some more. I told him we'd bring some back." She looked over at the case. "And, of course, they're out of chocolate."

"Can you get another brand to tide him over?" I asked, curious about the man who was talented enough to eat the entire drum in one night, should a quart not be enough to satisfy his appetites before bed.

"I dunno," she said. "Looks like I have to try."

She reached into the fridge, grabed a much smaller tub of chocolate ice cream, gave me a beautiful smile and walked away.