I can't sleep. What's that saying about moms and sleep? Something like "Moms don't sleep. They just worry with their eyes closed."
Yes.
Actually, no. I'm not so much worrying as I am repeatedly running through a list of upcoming events for this weekend and trying to get a handle on what I need to do to get ready for it. Soccer schedules, tutoring schedule, birthday parties, grocery lists. Boring mundane stuff. Stuff I can think about in my waking hours, but for some reason my brain wants these thoughts now on the front and center of my mind marquee. The mystery of my brain's inner workings and the joy of being it's slave- indescribable.
That was sarcasm. It's 4 a.m. Forgive me.
My thoughts also keep returning to a new discovery that I had today. I was listening to Jimmy Buffet radio in an attempt to make bearable the deep cleaning of my kitchen counters (FYI, attempt failed), and for the first time in all my years of hearing Margaritaville, I realized that Jimmy Buffet wasn't looking for his LARGE shaker of salt. This stopped me in my tracks. Lost shaker of salt? Really? All those concerts and singing along with the other Parrotheads, and I was singing the wrong lyrics that whole time? Surely not! I posed the question on Facebook (in another attempt to make cleaning day more bearable.). There I learned that I, indeed, had been singing it incorrectly. Jimmy was looking for a lost shaker, not a large shaker. As one of my friends pointed out, "lost" does make more logical sense.
Well well well. Logic. We meet again.
Here's what I have to say about logic. It may be logical that the shaker was lost, and not large, HOWEVER, which scenario paints a more interesting picture in your mind: that of a beach bum looking around for a regular old boring salt shaker OR a beach bum searching somewhat desperately for a gargantuan silver salt shaker that's 12 inches tall with a cap the size of a portabella mushroom?
It's the second one of course. Any normal boring person would look for a lost shaker of salt. It's what you do if something's lost. Duh. But when you picture an huge ass oversized salt shaker, don't you immediately want to know why such a large shaker would exist? So then you ponder the question for a while and you realize, "Oh, well, of course. He's in Margaritaville. There are a lot of Margaritas there. If there is anywhere in the world where a huge shaker of salt would be needed, it'd be there!"
Question answered.
You can see why I'm disappointed that Jimmy was only looking for a lost shaker.
No imagination, that Jimmy Buffet. We all know what Einstein says about that (I've quoted it before): "Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will get you anywhere."
I will never apologize for my imagination or my lack of logic.
Although I do think I'll be apologizing for this post come morning.
Good night!
Yes.
Actually, no. I'm not so much worrying as I am repeatedly running through a list of upcoming events for this weekend and trying to get a handle on what I need to do to get ready for it. Soccer schedules, tutoring schedule, birthday parties, grocery lists. Boring mundane stuff. Stuff I can think about in my waking hours, but for some reason my brain wants these thoughts now on the front and center of my mind marquee. The mystery of my brain's inner workings and the joy of being it's slave- indescribable.
That was sarcasm. It's 4 a.m. Forgive me.
My thoughts also keep returning to a new discovery that I had today. I was listening to Jimmy Buffet radio in an attempt to make bearable the deep cleaning of my kitchen counters (FYI, attempt failed), and for the first time in all my years of hearing Margaritaville, I realized that Jimmy Buffet wasn't looking for his LARGE shaker of salt. This stopped me in my tracks. Lost shaker of salt? Really? All those concerts and singing along with the other Parrotheads, and I was singing the wrong lyrics that whole time? Surely not! I posed the question on Facebook (in another attempt to make cleaning day more bearable.). There I learned that I, indeed, had been singing it incorrectly. Jimmy was looking for a lost shaker, not a large shaker. As one of my friends pointed out, "lost" does make more logical sense.
Well well well. Logic. We meet again.
Here's what I have to say about logic. It may be logical that the shaker was lost, and not large, HOWEVER, which scenario paints a more interesting picture in your mind: that of a beach bum looking around for a regular old boring salt shaker OR a beach bum searching somewhat desperately for a gargantuan silver salt shaker that's 12 inches tall with a cap the size of a portabella mushroom?
It's the second one of course. Any normal boring person would look for a lost shaker of salt. It's what you do if something's lost. Duh. But when you picture an huge ass oversized salt shaker, don't you immediately want to know why such a large shaker would exist? So then you ponder the question for a while and you realize, "Oh, well, of course. He's in Margaritaville. There are a lot of Margaritas there. If there is anywhere in the world where a huge shaker of salt would be needed, it'd be there!"
Question answered.
You can see why I'm disappointed that Jimmy was only looking for a lost shaker.
No imagination, that Jimmy Buffet. We all know what Einstein says about that (I've quoted it before): "Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will get you anywhere."
I will never apologize for my imagination or my lack of logic.
Although I do think I'll be apologizing for this post come morning.
Good night!
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