Fixing the Sky and Finding My Records
What a delightful day to stay home. Sigh. Instead I am listening to the sump pump pouring water out of our basement and eating my frittata while I try to get enthused about going to work. Not that my job is bad but really....today?
I wish I'd gotten all my plants in last night but it just didn't happen. I had planned to go do yard stuff when I got home from work. We picked Owen up from work though, and he had bought not only a Johnny Thunders EP, but some Joan Jett as well. Well, we had to listen to that, now didn't we? He put the Johnny on and then as we started talking, he decided to go down to the basement and bring up the box of my records. He has a hard time reconciling my love of Johnny Thunders with the current day me. I guess it's good to confuse your kids a bit.
This box of records, which Owen has labeled Cyndi's Records, is somewhat mythical. It's like a weird little slice of time. I started dating Ernie only five months after I started college, so most of my purchases were made after I knew him. And Ernie being Ernie....somehow most of them have been magically sucked into his collection. Who is surprised? What's left in this box are some albums I had before I knew him that I didn't sell (Judi's copy of Bad Company, the beginning of my Ian Hunter collection, the Bay City Rollers and some Jean Pierre Rampal) and things I bought that either were DEFINITELY mine (Ian Hunter, Mott the Hoople, Johnny Thunders, the Dolls, Buzzcocks etc.) or random things he wouldn't accept (Alexander O'Neal??? The Thought?) or something like that. I have no idea. Some I didn't really remember... also a few odds and ends that I felt were too much mine to let drift away (The Lords of the New Church doing Like A Virgin) and various operas.
Once we went down that rabbit hole there was no going back. Eventually I made a simple dinner: chorizo/beef burgers with a fried egg on top, with salsa and guacamole, and zucchini on the side. Simple and good and quick!
Eventually, after a bit more binge watching of Nurse Jackie (I'm obsessed), we tumbled into bed. I wished the sky were flickering with lightning the way it was the night before. I guess one can't have the sky flickering all the time...might be a bit unnerving....which makes me remember the first time Leo saw fireworks. He must have been about a year and a half (oh, and good god he was cute). The fireworks absolutely freaked him out and he kept crying, "the sky is broken, the sky is broken." Ernie was the only one that could calm him so they spent the rest of the evening inside. The next morning Leo stepped outside, and with great satisfaction, announced, "Daddy fixed the sky." And of course Ernie has been fixing the sky for the rest of us as well ever since.
Side note....does anyone know what his button says in this picture??? Sigh.