Sunday, November 11, 2007

Easy like a Sunday afternoon.

I'm not certain what merits playing James Taylor at a high volume for two days in a row. Not me, mind you ... him or her or them. Baffles the sense right out of me. I can't quite tell where his easy crooning muzak is coming from, but I'm pretty certain it's my neighbor from above. If I could get angry about it, I would ... but I can't. His smooth voice sorta pounds me into a submissive state before I have a chance to get all riled up. I'm more intrigued with why it's so loud. Doesn't that defeat the purpose of what Mr. Taylor is trying to promote (and it's either fire or rain, I forget which). If you get a hankering for "Sweet Baby James", though, head over to my place and listen along with me. I can almost sing it word for word now. Wonder if I can get away with putting in request for his take on "Steamroller Blues"?

On another note, there really is nothing as quite as magical as a bright, rainy day. I have a few minutes to drink it in by the open window. I've got Berta Rae's baked beans in the crock, an apple butter pun'kin pie in the oven that I hope I don't burn the streusel topping on (the Jiffy Pop-like tinfoil cover gives me hope) and real live cranberry sauce to follow. My ma decided to have a pre-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving dinner today on account of my skipping town on the actual day. I'm of the camp who believes the holiday to be a pretty ridiculous one; I decided to forgo the marshmallowed yams for a trek out to somewhere sunshiney. Honestly, what sounds better? Sitting around eating, napping, then eating some more or, oh, enjoying a hike with Mother Nature and friends, something along those lines? This year, I shall forgo the eating. Made that decision last year. I just don't see myself finding happiness in soggy stuffing.

That said, this pie's gonna be real good, fingers crossed. And, even if it's not, I've seen fire and I've seen rain. I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end. And that ought to pull me through just fine.

12 comments:

Sara said...

Ooh...I love James Taylor! I'm coming over.

kyality said...

You need to throw down some Simon & Garfunkel next, trust me on this one. Album: Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme, Track 11: A Poem On The Underground Wall

Ashley said...

Admit it. You've got Carolina on your mind.

Dainon. said...

P.S. The cranberry sauce had the crowd raving. RAVE-EEN.

k8 said...

don't even tell me that you don't understand the allure of James Taylor. I get my two disc Live CD out from time and time and immerse myself as well. and i think i even do it LOUD. i love me some original JT

Dainon. said...

It sounds like my neighbor understands you completely. I understand it softly, but not loudly. I prolly never will.

Marie said...

Here I go, committing cyber-suicide again, but...

I hope whichever family member is responsible for the "soggy stuffing" writes you out of their will. Of course, if All You Need Is Trees, then you won't mind that at all. Win-win.

Thanksgiving is the last unspoiled holiday, in my not-so-humble opinion, and I love it. The last holiday that still has a semi-spiritual core, and for which you're expected to show up at home and make your mama happy, rather than opting out in favor of a Caribbean cruise. The last holiday that retains more than a little bit of its original spirit.

But I agree about James Taylor.

Dainon. said...

I don't expect to get many (any?) to agree with my anti-Thanksgiving leanings. There they remain, nevertheless. I don't go about "Bah Hambugging" Christmas, but I do it to Thanksgiving. Am I thankful? Certainly. But I shant celebrate by stuffing myself this year. Maybe I'll feel better about things next year, but I have my doubts.

Ashley said...

I'm with Katie. JT's meant to be played loud so you can sing along. Granted, I usually do this in the car, but the sentiment stands.

MAnderson said...

So I'm definitely in the non-Thanksgiving camp here. I have been for quite a while. I appreciate the memories of T-day's gone by, and I do not begrudge anyone their own spiritual T-day experience. I just come from a family where if you made it to Turkey dinner, fine. But if not, no biggie. Our 'family tradition' was poured into Christmas...and the 4th of July. And that's nice not to have the stress of making it cross-country every year for both Turkey and Egg Nog.

Hike away, Dainon. And I hope the pie was good.

Katz said...

yeah. JT is supposed to be played softly. you play AC/DC at max volume... not james taylor.

f*bomb. said...

That's so cosmic, D.
Sunday night turned into an impromptu hootnanny- FULL of James Taylor songs. It would have been nice to have another man-voice who knew the melody.