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Salad DanceFebruary 20, 2006 I was gonna let the pupster write this one, and maybe the next one and the one after that; I was in too foul a mood. Just started a 10-day horse-sit, which is gonna overlap with another one that starts this weekend and if yet another client's daughter's baby decides to come early it may turn into a triple overlap, all while I've got a heavy-duty almost-rush editing job on the desk. That essay and that short-short play I was hoping to get done by the end of March? Hah hah and double hah. And while we're at it why am I stuck on this stupid rock with all these affluent effluent in their big honking cars -- it's February, facrissake, don't they ever go home? -- and what if my left retina lets go before I scrape up the money for cataract surgery, and what if Mud of the Place never sells and who the hell cares anyway? Not to mention, why doesn't this damn cough go away? What if I went to the clinic and they said I needed a lung transplant? Who's worse anyway, the people who've moved here in the last 10 years or the people who've been here longer? Forget Lyme disease and tularemia and alcoholism, the real endemic disease here is lethargy. No one gives a good goddamn about anything and you know what? It's catching. Drove home from horse-sit bellowing along with Janis Ian "I play like a girl" and then figured it was time to finally make the big bowl of salad whose fixings have been in the fridge for at least a week (some of the broccoli green was decidedly yellow) before going off to guitar class. Hit the boom-box CD button to start up Linda Tillery and the Cultural Heritage Choir -- Say Yo' Business is the CD of the day. Well, cut #1 is a glorious arrangement of "Lift Ev'ry Voice and Sing," which puts things in perspective PDQ, and #3 is Wilson Pickett singing lead on "Don't You Ever Let Nobody Drag Yo' Spirit Down," by Eric Bibb (who also sings on this track) and Charlotte Höglund. By the time I'd played it eight times the salad was made and so was my mood. Thank you, Mr. Wicked Pickett -- I'm gonna carry on for another day.
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