Yesterday was November 6th. I was in the car alone driving. Having full control of my radio button-pushing habit, I cruised to 106.9. Let me set the scene. It’s Friday, cloudy and balmy, and about 70 degrees. The sun was fighting to come out. And what to my listening ears should sound? Christmas music, of course.
I’m from Kentucky. Here it’s just as likely to be warm or mild as it could be snowing at Christmas. But I was raised on Irving Berlin and George Baily. At least get me past Thanksgiving and into a hint of cooler weather before you blast me with songs about kissing Santa Clause and jingle bells rockin’.
The whole thing was like when Coke attempted to whoo us with clear Coke. It just ain’t fittin’.
Recently, I launched my assault on the middle-age weight and shape challenge. My arsenal is a treadmill in the gym and my motivating music is a playlist that I developed just for the event. Actually, I have two lists.
One is made up of the hits of the 80’s – Abba, Michael Jackson, Aerosmith, and Paula Abdul – all the dance favorites from my high school and cruising days. The other list is full of praise music – Casting Crowns, Amy Grant, Carrie Underwood, Nicole Mullen; these favorites lift my spirit while getting me moving.
My first few campaigns on the treadmill I listened to my hits of the 80’s. I boogied my way a couple of miles down the road maintaining personal restraint not to belt out that I am the Dancing Queen! Later in the week I was at the gym very early one morning and decided to listen to praise music instead. At the end of my 4,000 steps I came off the treadmill not dancing physically, but my spirit was lighter. The music and its message gave my demeanor a new energy and perspective on the day.
It made me wonder about the different types of music and how I felt after my workout and listening. Exercising is known to lift the spirit while getting your blood pumping. By listening to praise music, am I lifting my spirit and my soul while tightening all my drooping parts?
Your thoughts on music…
Today is October 30, 2014.
My first email this morning was amazing. It was from the Franklin Covey Company informing me that my 2015 planner had been shipped!! [Please note, I will not be running down the street in Steve Martin new-telephone-book-style when it arrives, but I might just do the Snoopy dance in my foyer.] This along with the fact that I have to go to Staples today for some paper clips, ink and envelopes makes me smile. It’s like back to school day for a forty-something year old!! Of course, knowing my new planner is on its way and that it’s the end of the month moved me to examine the current state of the 2014 planner.
The fourth quarter pages were inserted with the previous months being removed. Then I ventured to review my 2014 goals pages. Not too shabby. Several items checked off while others will move forward into 2015.
This all may sound juvenile to some, but come on, we are all grown up and completely responsible for our commitments to raising a family and bringing home the funds to care for them. We must have those moments in day, week or month that just let us experience child-like excitement.
What stirs your child-like thrill? Don’t have one? Go find one, they can be located on the playgrounds or neighborhoods when the ice cream truck music wafts through the air. Or when the first snowflakes fall and the snow day announcement comes. This high level thrill can also be found when that ONE gift is opened at Christmas or birthday; the thing they never thought would arrive. Or find yourself outside a school on the last day at the last bell. You’ll see the excitement that drifts from our scheduled behavior somewhere in our mid-twenties.
Give it a listen and let me know if you don’t find yourself a little happier in your heart.
Linus and Lucy piano Peanuts theme song Vince Guaraldi
All the best,
What is the worst thing that can happen?
Tonight was the opening night for the 54th season of the Kentucky Shakespeare Festival. The C. Douglas Ramey stage was set for a Midsummer’s Night Dream, but the atmosphere was a dream come true. Ten months ago Producing Artistic Director, Matt Wallace stepped in with a vision for a true festival and an expanded summer season. Matt has been in the wings directing elsewhere, waiting for his opportunity to direct back home in the park.
The benches were filled with an eclectic audience. There were business men straight from the office with a loosened tie relaxing with a Brown-Forman cocktail and over at the picnic tables a beautiful young earthy girl and a boyfriend who had plenty of piercings. A group of students gather on the back row ready to fulfill their extra credit requirements. The Louisville Food Truck Association is the star with a hot dog truck and a truck with desserts; or perhaps you bring your own picnic.
The spirit of William Shakespeare no doubt danced in perfect step to the pre-show roaming musicians. With the audience transported back 400 years, the actors took the stage and completed the journey to the mischief-filled night in the forest with Puck and his friends.
To celebrate Shakespeare’s 450th birthday there will be 55 more nights in Central Park through August 17th – A Midsummer’s Night Dream, Henry V, and Hamlet. The Globe Players (youth) will round out the festival with Love’s Labour’s Lost.
Come to the park this summer and see where you will end up. Don’t think you can understand what’s going on? Ah, this is the magic of the theater – you will understand the story if not all of the words. Just go, and let your self be drawn into the action and expressions on the stage. You will leave the evening a changed person; possibly looking at love and life a little differently.
See you in the park,
For those of you who are learning to communicate with a teenager, this is for you. It’s mid-week on spring break when we did not take a vacation. My son is asked to do three chores one of which is to vacuum. To help with this torturous activity he wears his head phones. The following is our exchange:
He walks into my home office and says:
“Just about done, just have to do the basement steps.”
“Great, what are you listening to?”
“Of Mice and Men.”
“Cool, is it the soundtrack or the audio book?”
He looks at me in a puzzled manner not so uncommon these days and says, “no, the band, mom.”
I bust out laughing and say “I thought it was the book.”
“Oh,” he says “is that one of your classics?”
I love being the parent of a teen. It is a blast when our generations collide and we both learn a little something about each other. We googled the band so I could hear. Then I warned him that when his high school literature teach mentions reading Of Mice and Men not to stand up and say, “rock on!”
Still learning about parenting,