Jaliya has tagged me in a meme that requires answering twenty questions with the titles of songs by one artist or band. This is a tricky task, and one I'm taking seriously since I spent the last couple of days getting documents together to apply for mortgage modifications as provided under the stimulus package. My lender wasn't a subprime subhuman, but I qualify as one of those struggling Americans who are current on our mortgages but face changing circumstances as a result of taxes and shit. Part of this process involved getting Buzz Kill to sign, in front of a notary, a document saying he agrees to add some hundreds to the amount stipulated by the court to my spousal support as a result of accumulated arrears. He didn't have a problem with it, but that sort of activity makes him grumpy.
Meanwhile, another friend who once was lost but now is found - The Rebbe Mohammed McCrory and I are back on the nail salon circuit together. She called out of the blue this weekend after nearly two years. We'd had a bit of a falling out, which I always attributed to her taking an extended trip into Vicodinville as a result of chronic pain. Between the meds and the pain - which eventually landed her in the hospital for six weeks - her naturally impulsive, manic tendencies increased dramatically in a way that interfered with normal social interaction. I always knew that the Rebbe would call as soon as she felt like it. I've left her a voicemail every couple of months saying I was just making sure I still knew her phone number by heart, happy new year and stuff like that. And sure enough, The Rebbe finally felt like calling.
That's how it is with good friends. When you've known each other for years and years, sometimes you each have to go your own way for a while to deal with your own mishigas. I always had faith in our friendship, but I also took the steps to stay in touch. Not everyone does that - so bridges burn through inertia. I'm glad The Rebbe and my bridge held up through the little storm.
While I struggle to decide on just one band for the meme project, this ditty can illustrate our delightfully cockamamie relationship.
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5 comments:
GREAT song, but I can no longer hear it without thinking, "Midnight Margaritas."
Thanks, Practical Magic.
Thanks for the reminder. I need to make contact with an old friend.
Good luck with mortgage mess. Never fun to shuffle papers. Friends - sometimes...
Hi Trish-
Ya, re-financing is so intense - it makes you look at every nook and cranny of your financial crap. ick.
And the song/video? Love the song, not so crazy about he gorilla suits and hats!! :-)
Love you
Gail
peace.....
It's the hula girls that do it for me
Good luck with the restructuring of mortgage. Haryy Nilson - loved him like crazy!
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