Vacuuming and cleaning bathrooms was my pitiful destiny today. I needed help.
Michael was away for most of the day playing golf in south Charlotte so I had the house to myself, along with my little black and white girlfriends and.....Taylor Hicks. The new Taylor Hicks CD was a gift from Billy on Christmas day. When I listened to it the first time, it didn’t rouse anything within me and I was very disappointed, missing the swooning and the heart a flutter part. Maybe it didn’t move me the first time I listened to it was because I was on my way to work and feeling annoyed and sleepy. Yes, that’s it – I was cranky.
Is he just too irresistible? If I were twenty years younger I’d hunt him down and there’s no tellin’ what might happen. I would love to dance with this Soul Man. In August, I saw him live in Charlotte and when I thought I’d be dancing in the crowd, I just sat there, motionless, in total awe. Whew.
What did I do to restrain myself from walking outside today instead of cleaning toilets? Slipped that CD in the Bose and raised the volume to a very high number (after all, I was a budding adolescent in mid-sixties and I like loud). While cleaning the super glue-type dog snot/saliva from Mr. Biggins on the front window, I started to gyrate a little. Gina, NO, I do not dance like Seinfeld's Elaine. I have the moves. Watch me move to Outkast.
By the time I finished washing the back door to free it of more dog snot, I parked the Windex and paper towels on the kitchen table while listening to Taylor’s “The Deal”, threw my hands up in the air, swiveled my hips with my best moves and footwork, snapped fingers, grabbed the frig handle for a little jitterbug action and danced with the googly-eyed Bostons, tongues wagging and smiling ear to ear. Treat yourself to Taylor! If you love soul and love to dance as much as I do, this is the ticket.
Another newcomer arrived at the feeder today! A female Cowbird, and a very brave one. I hope my ID is correct...
Bella can't get enough sun and fun with her hula-hoop. She never stops. As I am writing this, though, she's snoring louder than an eighty year old man with sleep apnea.
I'm joyful today and I do love my camera.