Friday Flotsam

Frrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!

I’m taking a break from Poets to come chat.

Also, a DOUBLE ALBUM? Of course Taylor did this to us. Of course. Does she not know what we can and cannot handle? Yes and yes.

At first listen, it feels like an extension of You’re Losing Me. Which I’m 100% in for. I love the synth vibes, her anger, her desperation, it’s all too good. I need to reaaaaally digest it before I can properly report back.

Which brings me to . . .

Bo and Hope from Days of Our Lives. (no, there’s no connection to any of this. Only in my head.)

Who here remembers Bo and Hope?! Omg, they popped up in my IG feed the other day (don’t ask) and it took me immediately back to junior high summers, at home with my mom and sis. We’d start the blistering New Mexico mornings on the tennis court, then head home to watch the soap. It was just the best.

But like, remember when Hope . . . died? But she wasn’t dead? And they had a funeral for her and BURIED HER ALIVE? Does anyone remember this? And there was a tube that ran from the earth down through the coffin where she could communicate back up. Am I making this up?? I’m not making this up, am I???

I have vivid memories of Hope in a well-lit coffin just chatting away through a garden hose back up to Bo.

But also didn’t Bo move onto Billie during that buried-alive era? And then Hope comes back from the dead in this majestic gown and he’s cahooting with Billie and things just unravel from there. Remember?!

I feel like Taylor Swift could write another double album sorely based on this scene alone.

Please tell you remember this whole thing!

Also, Team Hope or Team Billie?

Tread.carefully.

Did you watch soap operas growing up? (apparently we’re not done with this.)

I was always so fascinated with the actors. The hairstyles, the way they faced away from each other, all the velvet they wore, the silence in the scenes (why was it so quiet?), the living rooms where all the drama took place. Why did everything happen in ONE ROOM? Faux plants everywhere, maybe a baby grand in a corner. (not baby in a corner. different thing.)

What did you watch? What was your favorite?

REMEMBER SAMI BRADY?? Who was her boyfriend? Who was she up against?

Lucas!!! Sami and Lucas! But he wasn’t quite in love with her, right? Who did he love again?

Wait! CARRIE BRADY, Sami’s sister! Omg!

Sorry, I realize this brain dump could have been kept to myself. But you are right there and I need somewhere to put all this.

What ended up happening with them?

Are these shows still around? Please tell me yes.

Never mind.

You know what I have a hard time with?

Besides Bo moving onto Billie while his wife was buried alive?

Opening a lotion bottle. Yes, the instructions are right there on the pump: push and twist. I still can’t do it. I push down, I twist, and the dang thing just turns and turns and turns and takes about 11 months before it pops up and into place. Same goes for shampoos and conditioners if they’re in pump form. Such a hard time. Why can’t I do this?

Tay could write a double album on my pump bottle ineptness as well.

Also, what’s your favorite song on Poets so far? So Long, London is killing me so good. 31 ones songs is a lot to digest. I’mon’ need some time.

Weekend plans?

We’re getting a temp dip, but that’s not swaying me or my mood one single bit. I’m (finally) finishing Demon Copperhead today. A much-needed couch night tonight, earrrrrrly soccer game tomorrow morning, yard work in the upper 50s (not gonna get me down!), another soccer game on Sunday, and tweaking the gardens a bit more. I need ferns! Gotta get the ferns, man.

From this week: Cheddar and Chive Buttermilk Biscuits! Hopefully the recipe is in place now. There was a ghost haunting my site yesterday and nothing made sense. So, I think we’re back? Maybe?

*upon further investigation, I’m seeing it was CARLY buried alive. WHO WAS CARLY?