The idiom, as you probably know, is actually 23 skidoo. Several different origins can be found, all of which lead to the same meaning – “get out while the getting’s good.” What does this have to do with 52 skidoo? At first sight it appears to have nothing to do with 23 skidoo. The former just popped into my mind when I was going to write about week 52 of this blog. At second sight, I saw a real connection.
When I decided to go through with writing a blog, I had very low expectations. As a rule I am pretty disciplined, take responsibility seriously and unless there is an extenuating circumstance, always keep my word. However, when it comes to writing I can be unreliable and often prefer not to follow through. I’d rather do most anything else than write. I have previously discussed how I came around to blogging, so no need to repeat. The big challenge for me has been follow through and longevity. I made a commitment to myself to post something every week with a full year as the big goal. (I can’t believe I just said ‘goal.’ It is one of my least favorite words. I reframe that word every chance I get. Intent, area of focus, desired future and the like are far more palatable.)
As week 52 is upon me, I am flummoxed. I actually did it – one post each week for an entire year! Never imagined it would happen. Since I completed the challenge to myself, I have a get out of jail card. I could 100% skidoo while the skidooing is good with absolutely no regrets. Then, I surprised myself. Having survived the 52 week challenge, I thought why not try for another 52? That thought was immediately followed with, “Are you Crazy? Why take on that kind of pressure?” Okay, I admit I have to be a little crazy. Why else would I do that? Bottom line – craziness, pressure, weeks of seemingly nothing to say, I’m going for it anyway. And, the best part is I am giving myself permission to skidoo at any time. Fingers crossed and hoping to be back here at week 104.
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Tallulah, the unicorn doll, currently resides on my computer desk just to the right of the screen. Her whimsical design and appearance suggest she has muse qualities. After being abandoned months ago by Thalia and Calliope, I sure would welcome a new muse. Goodness knows somedays hold very little to say about anything. Those are the days when life goes on and you go along for the ride. Those are the days when the help of a muse is most needed. Tallulah, are you up to the task?
With her sitting right in front of me, it would seem easy enough to engage her. Not so much. She had her own agenda.
Tallulah seems to be having a bit of an identity crisis. She is confused about whether she belongs to the realm of unicorns or the world of dolls. She knows she came into being because of the work of all those Portuguese grannies. This, of course, makes her a doll. Yet her unicorn head with the beautiful gold wrapped horn makes her feel that she ought to be with unicorns. Such a dilemma. I suggested she make a list of pros and cons for each option. Acknowledging that was a good idea, Tallulah set about making her lists. When she finished, while the nature of the lists differed, the numbers did not favor one group over the other. Still a dilemma. How could she decide?
You may be wondering if I have totally lost it by conversing with an inanimate object. Let’s just say it had something to due with the fact that Tallulah had been showered with fairy dust while she resided in the boutique. Back to Tallulah’s dilemma.
I wondered how important it was for her to choose one genus over the other? She had some of the best qualities of both species. That is a real gift and made her rather extraordinary. When I said that to Tallulah, she was silent for a moment. Then confessed she had not looked at her situation from that perspective. She wanted to ponder this new concept.
Soon she got back to me with a most interesting realization and decision. She said she didn’t need to be one or the other. She could enjoy the benefits of both worlds. It could even be a lot of fun. Some days she could lean into her unicorn heritage. Other times she could enjoy being a stuffed doll that didn’t have to do anything besides being. Not such an unpleasant existence.
Now that Tallulah went through her self-actualization process, what about me? The focus was supposed to be what I need which is a new muse. “Okay, fine,” she relented. She went on to say that since I extricated her from a life in a store, she would take up the muse mantle.
As I read over what I had written, I recalled a Lily Tomlin quote about when we talk to God we are said to be praying, but when God talks to us we are schizophrenic. Obviously, I wasn’t talking to God, but you know how we might review our thoughts either silently or out loud to get clarity. Things get murky when there seems to be another participant in the conversation. What does all this have to do with me and a talking doll? Maybe a lively imagination. Maybe taking literary license. Maybe just having some fun and fancy. Maybe it doesn’t matter at all.
Inspiration often comes when you least expect it. It can bubble forth from unusual sources. I decided to venture out of my neighborhood to find out if inspiration might be lurking around somewhere waiting for a place to land. I figured I was the perfect landing place. My friend and I ventured forth open to whatever the universe had in store for us.
As we strolled along the streets, we came upon that enchanted gift shop, Lemon & Lavender. Hmmm. Serendipity? Had to find out. Upon entering the boutique, we were greeted by Antonella, the proprietor. After exchanging pleasantries, we did a quick scan, taking note of new items, the essence of fairy dust still seemed to be everywhere. My friend and I took a closer look at the displays. We were immediately drawn to a extraordinarily unique unicorn doll. If you looked up whimsy in the dictionary, you would see a picture of this doll, which will hereafter be referred to as Tallulah.
While it was great fun inspecting the new items, I felt myself being lured back to Tallulah. Noticing Tallulah’s price tag reinforced my intent not to make any purchases. Still, I kept being drawn to her. A quick exit was in order to preserve my bank account.
Since it was a nice day, my friend and I sat on a bench outside the boutique to enjoy the fresh air and plot our next move. As we sat, my attention kept returning to Tallulah. It felt like I was being pulled back into the store by some invisible lariat. I capitulated to the whimsical and fanciful charm of this unusual unicorn. Surely, life would be more enjoyable with a unicorn in it. Compared to a diamond ring, Tallulah was a bargain. (Nothing like bimbo logic to rationalize impulsive spending.)
While Antonella was wrapping the doll, for safe travel, we learned a most interesting fact about Tallulah’s genesis. Apparently she came into being from the artisanship of several Portuguese grandmothers. Each granny sews a small section. When all those pieces of very intricate work are assembled - aí está - - a unicorn doll is born. Who wouldn’t want an objet d’art handcrafted by Portuguese grandmothers?
Tallulah is comfortably sitting on my computer desk as my muse to be. (Hope she’s up to the task.) Finally, I must say Lemon & Lavender once again provided a little felicitous magic.
As always, comments are welcomed.
I know. What could I possibly say about coffee that hasn’t already been said? Why even write about it? Here’s what happened. It was a difficult day. A good friend suggested we go to Starbuck’s. An offer I couldn’t refuse. Even though I only have one cup a day, it lifts my spirits and my brain loves it. After returning home, I reflected on how one simple cup of coffee was such a game changer. Naturally, I consulted Professor Google for all sorts of info about coffee. I found some of the most fascinating material on the National Coffee Association web site. For instance, they sited a number of legends about the origin of coffee. One disturbing account was how coffee was discovered in Ethiopia by a goat herder named Kaldi. He observed that after eating the berries from a certain tree, the goats stayed up all night. Kaldi reported his findings to the abbot of the local monastery, who made a drink with the berries and found that it kept him alert through the long hours of evening prayer. The abbot shared his discovery with the other monks at the monastery, and knowledge of the energizing berries began to spread. (If you read my blog about goats, you will understand my chagrin about this legend. Furthermore, goats and coffee should never appear together in the same sentence. Just saying.)
Another bit of history which caught my attention was during the 17th century, across Europe Coffee began to replace the common breakfast drink beverages, beer and wine. Those who drank coffee instead of alcohol began the day alert and energized, and not surprisingly, the quality of their work was greatly improved. Go figure.
If you enjoy delving into the what, when, where, how of things, I recommend a visit to ncausa.org or coffeeconfidential.org. For now I will wrap this up with a few coffee quotes.
I never drink coffee at lunch. I find it keeps me awake for the afternoon. Ronald Reagan
Do you know how helpless you feel if you have a full cup of coffee in your hand and you start to sneeze? Jean Kerr
Decaffeinated coffee is like a hairless cat, it exists, but that doesn’t make it right. Unknown
Drink coffee! Do Stupid Things Faster with More Energy. Unknown
Caffeine - the other Vitamin C. Unknown
Conscience keeps more people awake than coffee. Unknown
The majority of coffee quotes I read on the internet were credited to Unknown. Sure hope Mr. or Ms. Unknown is not writing these quips as a day job. Do you suppose Mr. or Ms. Unknown could be the wordsmith behind greeting card messages? You never know.
Comments are welcomed.