I was doing the dishes tonight, listening to one of my faaavorite teenage soundtracks, and I got sooo lost in a Patsy Cline song that I forgot (and almost lamented) I wasn't in the middle of her greatest hits. The woman is transcendent, so seamlessly integrated into time. And as my heart reawakened to that original love for the parent album, it was amazing to realize why I actually loved it.
I feel love when I listen to it. Immediate, happy, healthy, overflowing love. All different kinds of love. I hope you ALL have an album like this somewhere. I mean seriously. Patsy Cline and Etta James AND Neil Diamond. AND it was scored by Thomas Newman, ciNeMa cOmPoSeR ExTrAoRdinAiRE !!
))Shawshank ))American Beauty ))Lemony Snicket ))Finding Nemo.
Can you guess the album? It's totally How to Make an American Quilt. For real, I swear to god. Maybe it was the music, but we all know it was probably just Winona Ryder, really. And as I walked the whole album in my memories, I thought, "I found love right where I left it. I totally forgot about it, and it was just exactly right there." And it made the dishes I was doing romantic.
And to say that I found love where I left it would be the understatement of the century. I found some old friends this week, right after I made a bunch of new ones. And I'm never lonely in this couchless island, my raaaaad new place, because I have a lifetime of friends to revisit in my mind. (I also have Netflix.)
And when I finally put forth the effort to socialize after a whole glorious day of creating my den alone, I run into the cooooolest chick I know at the happiest place on earth, who reminds me that every day can be a picnic on your living room floor.
I'd say you guys always help me time it all perfectly.
