On Wednesday I talked about the cute points about my son. Today?
In addition to it being Johnny Cash’s birthday, let me tell ya something…
Yesterday the uber-adorable Schmoop called in sick. The why is not important, but I understand the why.
Schmoop has been my BFF/OSP for over nine years now. Will we ever get married? I doubt it. Will we ever have kids together? Definitely not…and to attach an exclamation point, we both hope not!!
However…
She has been my best friend and closest companion for going on ten years, but lately…
We haven’t been in sync. She has her schedule, and I have mine. The schedules just don’t mesh. We have taken each other for granted.
I take out the garbage and cook; she keeps the house clean, and in between, we say “hi” and pet Corky at the same time for a couple of minutes.
The Bagwine digs had become a Stepford suburb and the denizens consisted of a couple of automatons mechanically bouncing into each other once in awhile to say “hi”.
Yesterday that changed…Schmoop called in sick.
Schmoop started to feel better as the day went on. In fact, she had a couple of beers…And then? We had sex!! Oh Baby!!
Now let me tell ya, the sex was, as it always is, fantastic, however…
Outside of those three sixty minutes of pure, naked bliss, the best part was that we rediscovered one and other.
We listened to music on You Tube, I made BBQ chicken and salad for her…We sat on the couch and made fun of people.
We had a blast doing nothing…together.
I have often told her that she is the Anne Meara to my Jerry Stiller, but because it’s his birthday…
I will tell Schmoop that she is the June Carter to my Johnny Cash…
Wear some black today for Johnny, I sure as hell am. And on top of that, after I take Schmoop to work and Ryno to school, I’m gonna toss back some Wild Irish Rose and listen to the Man in Black.
Nothing goes better together than Cash and Bagwine…
We are one full day into the New Year. Yesterday, I celebrated, but in a subdued manner as far as those things go.
Schmoop and I began the day as most others who celebrate the New Year. Food, drink, football on the TV, and hope for the future.
But…It wasn’t until about eight o’clock New Year’s night that I discovered what the future is about.
It was about then that I put a CD on. It was, The Best of Pete Seeger. That sounded good, so after that, I put on a two CD collection of The Kingston Trio.
Just before Schmoop went to bed I played a compilation CD of Folk musicians. Ironic. Here we were celebrating 2010 and I was playing music from the 60’s.
And not just any music…I was playing low tech, bare bones and soul, hobo traveling folk music. Oddly enough and in spite of the “advanced” decade in which we now live, it made sense.
Pete Seeger was singing, Michael Row Your Boat Ashore.
He sings it in a way that describes the arduous journey across the river Jordan with optimism in his voice, and it takes me back to the carefree feeling of sitting on the cold, hard, tile floor of my second grade classroom.
All of us eight year olds holding hands, smiling and singing…our only concerns being what we would do at recess and what mom packed us for lunch.
When I put The Kingston Trio on, it wasn’t so much their humorous lyrics and great harmonies that struck a chord with me, it was the fact that Schmoop had bought the CD for me some four or five years ago.
We are not big on buying Christmas gifts for one and other but that Christmas some years ago, she knew that I liked them and she got the CD for me. Not because she had to, but because she wanted to.
Last night, with beers in hand, and trails of smoke coming from the ashtrays on the coffee table, we sat next to each other on the couch and in discordant harmony probably only pleasing to us, sang the, Reverend Mr. Black along with The Kingston Trio.
We smiled…a lot.
After that was done, I played the Folk CD and we sang along with the likes of Ian and Sylvia, Joan Baez, Donovan, and my fave, Ramblin’ Jack Elliot.
After that, Schmoop got up, I smacked her on the ass, she smiled, and then went to bed…without a word.
She didn’t have to say anything.
After our brief New Year evening singing engagement, the smile that she threw me was an indication that no matter how good or bad this coming year may be, we both have a crutch to lean upon should we need one.
And I hope that this is the case for all of you as well.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to put some Johnny Cash on. Just like the other groups I mentioned, the man is good for the soul.
Schmoop has been my BFF/OSP for over nine years now. Will we ever get married? I doubt it. Will we ever have kids together? Definitely not…and to attach an exclamation point, we both hope not!!
Schmoop started to feel better as the day went on. In fact, she had a couple of beers…And then? We had sex!! Oh Baby!!
She didn’t have to say anything.