Apple Tree Blossoms and other unrelated nonsensical musings

Speaking of Apple Tree Blossoms

We have an apple tree on the north side of the house whose flowers are in full bloom. It's the ultimate sign of spring for me, the white blossoms that look, from a distance, like the tree had suddenly sprouted cotton balls.

I missed them last spring for some reason. Not this year however. I mowed the lawn for the first time and ran right into a blossoming branch, scattering the white pedals all over the place.

A veritable shower of white poetry. A poetic shower of white. A white shower poem.

Speaking of movie quotes

Corrine and I watched The Curious Case of Benjamin Button two nights ago. She got it as a Mother's Day gift from her two oldest children, Alyssa and Ty.

It's Forrest Gumpish, a little on the maudlin side, but a pretty good movie, I thought. I was in the mood for something like it, so it worked.

Anyway. There's a quote in it I wanted to find. So I Googled "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button movie quotes" because you can find ANYTHING when you Google it.

Benjamin Button, narrating, says toward the end of the movie:

For what it’s worth, it’s never too late, or in my case too early, to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit... start whenever you want... you can change or stay the same. There are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. I hope you see things that stop you. I hope you feel things that you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life that you’re proud of and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.

So, that's a bit on the sappy side, but I still like it. I still think it's a truth, and I like truths in movies. Things that speak to the human condition and what it's all worth.

Like "Hey, Cameron. You realize if we played by the rules right now we'd be in gym?"

See? Ferris knew what the fuck he was talking about, man.

Speaking of friends and their lives

A friend of mine told me recently that her marriage will more than likely end this year. I would say to my friend this:

I'm sure that it is for the better, and that you will be happier in the long run.

But I would then say:

I'm sorry I said that just now. You can kick me in the balls if you'd like, because, let's face it, anyone who tells you that it's probably for the better isn't helping. It still hurts, it still is inconvenient, and the pain is not something that will go away just because a friend said this was for the better

And speaking of my dog Sammy

This was Corrine's idea. To get a dog she can walk/run with because her pug, Gimli, can't walk more than a yard without convulsing and needing to be picked up.

Sammy - Samwise Gamgee - is a border collie. And he very quickly has become my favorite dog of all time, supplanting Spike, my retarded black lab when I was a teen.

And this is coming from a person not known for being a pet lover.

Samwise fetches things and brings them back to me. He whines when I leave for town because he wants to be with me. He sleeps on the floor of my office while I sit here and write about things he could never understand, but his support is felt nevertheless.

So, thanks honey, I LOVE my dog. You can walk with him anytime you like.

Speaking of lyrics so bad you love them

Chic's song, Dance, Dance, Dance (Yowsah, Yowsah, Yowsah) has no meaning whatsoever, but, like most songs from the Disco era, it has that little something about it that makes you put on something polyester, tap your foot and sing it for days on end.

So, on this hump day, get up on yo feet and sing it with me, all you hip muthas...

Dance
Dance, dance, dance
Keep on dancing
Dance
Dance, dance, dance

Just dancing' to the beat
Feel the heat
I'm movin' my feet
Headed towards the floor
Gonna get down
A-get down some more

Rumba and Tango
Latin Hustle too
Yowsah, Yowsah, Yowsah
I wanna boogie wit'choo

Bop-bop-bow
Bop-bop-bow
Bop-bop-bow
Bop-bop-bow

Oh, what a treat, feels so sweet
(Ah) That body heat
When I'm dancin' with my baby drives me crazy
Makes me hazy

Rumba and Tango
Latin Hustle too
Yowsah, Yowsah, Yowsah
I wanna boogie wit'choo

Bop-bop-bow
Bop-bop-bow
Bop-bop-bow
Bop-bop-bow

Dance
Dance, dance
Dance
Dance
dance, dance
Dance
Dance
Dance, dance
Dance
Dance
Dance, dance
Dance

Dance
Dance, dance
Dance
Keep on, keep on
Dance
Dance, dance
Dance
Keep on dancing
Dance
Dance, dance
dance
Keep on, keep on
Dance
Dance, dance
Dance
Dance
Dance, dance
Dance