To Me I Sing, But to be Home I Long

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I was fishing around on my iPod for some tunes. I was tired of my playlists and just couldn’t settle on an artist or album. Then I saw “shuffle” as an option. I’d forgotten I’d had this option. I pushed it and waited. And out came the Traveling Wilburys. I was happy. Then came ABBA, the Allman Brothers, Big Sun, the Police, Elton John (two songs back to back), the Cars, the Police again, and on and on.

With each new song, I thought to myself, “Oh, I love this song!” And as each song ended, the anticipation of the next rose–would I like it, too? And I did! And then it occurred to me that its MY iPod, of course I should love each and every song in it. But there is something special about hearing all of your favorite songs collected randomly for you to hear. It’s like the perfect radio station. I mean, with a playlist, you know the next song coming up. You may love it, but it isn’t spontaneous.

And so today I reminded myself how good I am at picking songs I love. I have never been so happy to get on the road to have to drive for an hour. That was the highlight of my day.

Now for the lowlight. Thursday is one of the days that I work from home and Sun is with me. Except that today I had to go to Baton Rouge for a Continuing Legal Education program. And don’t you know that not only does Sun roll from her back to her front (which she’s done for three days now without me seeing it) but she also rolled from her front to her back. Yeah. While I sit in a classroom listening about declaring a person mentally incompetent and CS stays with her. Sometimes working and being a mom really, really suck.

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