Sometimes it seems like my whole life has a soundtrack, and different things/people/animals/moods get their own theme. That would explain why I always end up singing “Aqualung*” at the top of my voice when I’m driving Ian’s tractor.
I’d planned to take it kind of easy this morning, but got a chance to make a few bux with some tractor work. I had to be talked into it but I’m glad I did now, both because of the aforementioned bux and because it’s such a gorgeously warm day. The cool indoor/outdoor digital thermometer Landlady gave me two or three Christmases ago called it 75o before noon.
Speaking of sixties-era derelicts – after my laser thingy yesterday I had to stop at Wally World to get my new prescription filled. While I was waiting I went into the McDonald’s. D&L had some shopping and said they’d meet me there. I had my new shades on because any bright light really bugged me, and the people everywhere and all the white noise were kind of freaking me out. I wasn’t having my very best day, and even though I had cleaned up, covered my weapons and was wearing relatively normal clothes**, people who know me will testify that means I was probably scaring the white people without really meaning to. It’s happened before.
Anyway, D&L came in. L looked at me sitting with my back to the wall, stuffing my face with french fries while trying to look in all directions at once, and started laughing out loud. I forget exactly what she said, but it was something about a person who’d stayed in the sixties too long***.
*For the benefit of any visitors born on or near the turn of the century: Don’t let your parents give you a hard time. This is what they were listening to at your age, to the despair of their parents.
**Small-town thrift store specials, but normal.
***Unlike me, D&L are just old enough to have fully enjoyed the sixties. I don’t know if they did, though…