Rainy Tuesday

What a perfect day: Rainy and cold.

: )

Yesterday, a visitor: A “Chorkie” (apparently, this is what you call a mixture of a Chihuahua and a Yorkie) named Ralphie dropped by the the news office. With his mama, of course. Who tells us he is a mixture of a “chuh-wow-wow” (heh) and a Yorkie.

Which reminds me of the time I was in fifth grade, and it was math and I was reading a word problem (gotta love the word problems), and one of the words was Chihuahua, so I read it and pronounced it “chuh-wah-wah,” just like you’re s’posed to, and Miss Kull started laughing and laughing and laughing, and I was like, “What the ...?” and she admitted: “I always thought that word was pronounced, ‘chu-HOO-uh-HOO-uh,’ just like it’s spelled!”

I must confess: I fell a little bit more in love with her that day.

Anyhoo, the Chorkie mama put Ralphie on the counter and I proceeded to take pictures of him. And managed to get one that was in focus.



Someday, perhaps I will have a doggie. Perhaps even a Chorkie.

: )

Listened to a mix today at work, turned up to maximum volume. Last song on the mix is this one.

Solsbury Hill
(Sarah McLachlan’s version)

Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
I could see the city lights
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night
He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing, stretching every nerve
I had to listen, had no choice
Did not believe the information
Just had to trust imagination
My heart was going boom, boom, boom
Hey, he said, grab your things, I’ve come to take you home.

Oh, darling, home
Oh, darling, home
Oh, darling, home

To keeping silence I resigned
My friends would think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors would soon be shut
So I went from day to day
Though my life was in a rut
’Til I thought of what I’d say
Which connection I should cut
I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart going boom, boom, boom
Hey, he said, grab your things, I’ve come to take you home.

When illusion spin her web
I’m never where I want to be
And liberty, she pirouette
When I think that I am free
Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes, but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me
Today I don’t need a replacement
I’ll show them what the smile on my face meant
My heart going boom, boom, boom
Hey, I said, you can keep my things, they’ve come to take me home.

I am so in love with this song (Sarah’s version AND Peter Gabriel’s version) that it’s not even funny.

: )