Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Elvis and his pelvis
*Stares at picture with dreamy expression*
Oh, uhm howdy gang! You know I really get distracted far too easily. I`ll start out on a road of straight thought and/or action and somehow by the time I`m done I`ve ended up in Saskatchewan with a moose riding shotgun. Where the moose came from I don`t know and how he managed to fit into my thought-truck with such a wide set of antlers is anyone`s guess! But I digress….
What I wanted to relay before the moose climbed into the passenger seat was how easily I get side-tracked. Yesterday was a prime example. I had posted my pictures here about Poe and the snowmouse, whittled a bit on some fiction, ran an errand and returned home to have lunch. After chatting on Facebook with some comic buddies I saw that the dogs had not dusted the living-room as I had requested before I left. (It`s so hard to find good domestic help these days.)
So with my dusting plans made I forced myself to grab my yellow duster and advanced on the dust.
“Wait!” I said to myself,” Why don`t we put some tunes on? Work goes much better with music!”
I may have been stalling but that`s not the point. I padded over to the entertainment center, rummaged through the stacks of CD`s, yellow duster under my arm, and found a two disc set of the King`s greatest hits.
“Viva Las Vegas!” I shouted and slipped the first CD in.
As ‘Hound Dog’ blared from the speakers I danced around dusting. Yes I do dance and dust simultaneously. Bootie shaking enhances the dusting process I firmly believe. I had worked my way over one end-table and lamp, the coffee-table and the drop-leaf between our recliners. ‘The Wonder of You’ slowed me down some as I battled the goose-bumps the King`s voice gave me. I lightly dusted the desktop and wafted the duster over the entertainment center. No I did not make my collection of Marvel action figures dance but Nick Fury did sway slightly to and fro.
Then ‘Bossa Nova Baby’ came on. I had to imitate the Kings moves. It`s a law that if Elvis is singing and rotating that pelvis you MUST copy his moves. (Well, if it`s not a law it darn well should be!)
Sadly as I was bossa novaing my phone rang and I had to scurry to crank down the volume, catch my breath and try to sound normal when I picked up the phone. It was my dad calling. We chatted for a good long while and I`m very happy to report he is feeling super as his cancer regime goes on. After the call dinner needed to be decided upon so I tossed my duster under the kitchen cabinet and moved on.
Fast forward to last night.
There I am with my well-worn copy of Dark Lover pushed to the end of my nose (I`m re-reading Wrath`s story simply because I love those Brother`s so!) when I reach over to turn on another lamp. One sometimes ain`t enough I`ll admit it. Between the bifocals and the grime on my spectacles since I tend to forget to wash them it’s a wonder I can see my hand in front of my face at times! Chicken feed is darn dusty!
When I turned the light on I found, much to my chagrin, that I had completely missed dusting a whole end-table and lamp! I quickly covered the gaffe in my mind by turning the lamp off, making the beagle move and cramming my butt into the other side of the couch. I`ll have to finish the job today. So my one dusty table and lamp is due to Elvis, his pelvis, and the way my mind wanders down side-roads.
*Glances out kitchen window* Was that a moose??