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Monday, January 28, 2013

I'm not your only friend but I'm a little glowing friend

Every time "Major Tom" comes on the radio my children make a lot of noise about what a stupid song it is, and they won't listen to reason, even when we listen to "Space Oddity" and I explain the relationship.  MY CHILDEN DON'T UNDERSTAND AND ARE NOT INTERESTED IN MUSICAL GENEOLOGY.  But they like "The Day the Music Died" okay, and they love the part in "Birdhouse in Your Soul" that talks about the countless screaming Argonauts.  Maybe it's just that "Major Tom" takes place in space?  I get that--space is boring to a lot of people.  Ray Bradbury's space stories were usually not as interesting to me as the ones that took place here on our third rock from the sun.  Once you get onto another planet it gets interesting again--oh, have you read the perfect, tragic "All Summer in a Day"?  Broke my heart, it did.

I guess I'm just a terra firma kind of gal.  Which reminds me:  the ocean.  Fascinating, but I do not want to be in it.  We went snorkeling in Florida once, and the stress of imagining myself drowning or being eaten by a shark deflated whatever small enjoyment I might have gotten from staring through cloudy water at malnourished coral.  And by the way, my brother-in-law saw a nurse shark a few minutes later, so that was the end of that activity for me. I'm so thankful for people who are not paralyzed by a crippling irrational fear of open water who will film its breathtaking wonders for me to enjoy from the comparative safety of my parlor. 

I checked out a few books from the library to keep me busy on my flight.  I've started "The Bone Lady," in hopes that it will be like an episode of Bones, but so far no luck.  The tone is a little weird, possibly affected.  I guess I should just read Kathy Reichs's books. 

Two days, possums.

5 comments:

Tori said...

If that's the way you feel about the ocean (as do I), be sure to go to the beach while you're in Australia. Every five minutes they're calling everybody out of the water for a shark or a jellyfish or some crazy rip current, and everybody just acts all "whatever, nbd" and wait patiently to get right back in. Insane, I tell you. I don't think I ever got in over ankle depth. I know I didn't. You couldn't have paid me.

Have fun!

Claire said...

Do you mind if I don't clean my house before you come? I'm just not really feeling like it. Although, I will wash your sheets. That one thing I will do for you...as my guest.

beckster said...

My parents took me to the drive-in when I was a small child, and there was a scene in the movie that showed a small boy being eaten by a shark after falling from a crow's nest. I was unable to get into the bathtub for weeks, and I developed a true phobia about sharks. My poor mother was sick about it. I tried to get over it by going swimming in the ocean several times, but I almost drowned once when a friend teased me about seeing something in the water. DO NOT tease people who are phobic when they are in a tenuous situation-not a good idea. I love the beach, but I don't enjoy the water. Australia? Really? I am so jealous! You will have so much to share with us. Have a fabulous trip!

g. lo said...

wake up and smell the catfood in your bank account.....

once when open water swimming in Hawaii we were surrounded by a pod of dolphins which ultimately was surreal and cool but initially seeing something large and grey out of the corner of your eye when you are a quarter mile from shore might make you soil yourself

Layne said...

Tori--I've heard Australians are very laid back. Maybe they would have strokes all the time if they weren't.

Claire--I will be offended if you DO clean your house.

Beckster--I watched "Jaws" when I was 8. That was that.

G. Lo--your risk profile is higher than mine, which is why I would never have such a cool experience. Dolphins! Wow.