My weight has fluctuated over the years. It never be the same. Preparing to ride 500 miles in the Rockies? Skinny. First inside sales job on the same floor as the vendos? Fleshy. Training for a marathon? Svelte. Writing a book? Pudgy.
I let my items of clothing do double duty as body covering and fitness tracker. The shirt I'm wearing right now is an example. Some days I slip it on, and it says "sausage casing," other times it says "graying preppie."
I'm thinking about this as I prepare for the day ahead. It's what happens when I don't clutter my brain with podcasts or blast it with music. I usually enjoy free-range thinking but my problem with brain downtime this week is Yacht Rock.
If you're not familiar with the term it's a label for the popular soft rock tunes from the 70's. At a party a friend of mine said "If you were on a dock in New Jersey and a yacht pulled up, it's the music you hear blaring from the speakers." He was telling us about enjoying a new Yacht Rock channel on SiriusXM. I tuned in. Among the dozens of soft rock favorites I hear Christopher Cross' "Never Be The Same." Lots of Christopher Cross, come to think of it.
Now every time I leave a room or if someone else leaves the room I hum "Just one thing, before you go. . .Just one thing, you got to know." It's up in the gray matter pretty deep. This one may take a while to pry loose from its moorings.
Just one thing, before I go, if you're brave enough to listen, a gift for you
https://youtu.be/qiv8nW69b3A
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