Literally.
I was distracted (shock) from my Italian grammar lesson last night (like I'm not far enough behind my self-imposed schedule) by a friend whodragged me out of the house called and invited me to go to view a local tradition, The Balloon Classic's evening "Balloon Glo."
Oooh.
Ahhh. Did I mention I adore Colorado?
A great time was had by all, including my friend's daughter and her friend. Although I have to wonder if either of the two teenagers (who have WAY better cell phones than, you know, people with paychecks) will one day start a therapy session with, "Well, my mom had this crazy friend ... "
Fast forward to this morning, Labor Day, I was renewed with a sense of productivity ... and destruction.
The shredding mission of my sordid pack-rat past continues.
This includes boxes of papers dating back to the Cold War, which I often refer to as the "good old days" when all we feared were pesky Ruskies with nukes. Life was simpler then. I didn't have all my business conducted online, so I just stuffed everything in envelopes, folders, and boxes - and hauled them around for 25 years.
Iknow that one day must have had this fear - that all the computers will could crash some day and I'd have to prove I'm not an insane criminal my existence - or that I did, indeed, pay my bills and have a bank account ... in 1985.
Or, one day, there may come a time where I would need to access data on a 5 1/4" floppy, program something in Pascal, while curling up with the latest in Soviet strike capabilities with a Bartles and Jaymes Wine Cooler (because that's what I knew about wine back then).
What - you think Red Dawn can't happen???
Come to think of it, when I start on destruction of carbon check copies and pay statements that go back to 1984, (yep, still have every. single. one. Categorized by month and year.) I may have to bring home some B&J, and put on some of these ...
Oh .... the shame ...
1) that these are no longer in alphabetical order,
2) the only tape deck I have is in my 11-year old vehicle,
3) that I can't wait to hear "Cock Robin" because I sure as hell cannot remember what that was,
4) Air Supply.
I think my shredder has cooled off. Back to the garage - and crazy town the 80's - I go.
I was distracted (shock) from my Italian grammar lesson last night (like I'm not far enough behind my self-imposed schedule) by a friend who
Oooh.
Ahhh. Did I mention I adore Colorado?
A great time was had by all, including my friend's daughter and her friend. Although I have to wonder if either of the two teenagers (who have WAY better cell phones than, you know, people with paychecks) will one day start a therapy session with, "Well, my mom had this crazy friend ... "
Fast forward to this morning, Labor Day, I was renewed with a sense of productivity ... and destruction.
The shredding mission of my sordid pack-rat past continues.This includes boxes of papers dating back to the Cold War, which I often refer to as the "good old days" when all we feared were pesky Ruskies with nukes. Life was simpler then. I didn't have all my business conducted online, so I just stuffed everything in envelopes, folders, and boxes - and hauled them around for 25 years.
I
Or, one day, there may come a time where I would need to access data on a 5 1/4" floppy, program something in Pascal, while curling up with the latest in Soviet strike capabilities with a Bartles and Jaymes Wine Cooler (because that's what I knew about wine back then).What - you think Red Dawn can't happen???
Come to think of it, when I start on destruction of carbon check copies and pay statements that go back to 1984, (yep, still have every. single. one. Categorized by month and year.) I may have to bring home some B&J, and put on some of these ...
Oh .... the shame ...1) that these are no longer in alphabetical order,
2) the only tape deck I have is in my 11-year old vehicle,
3) that I can't wait to hear "Cock Robin" because I sure as hell cannot remember what that was,
4) Air Supply.
I think my shredder has cooled off. Back to the garage - and
OMG I love your post! We have scary similar 80's musical tastes and yes I was definitely known to drink a Bartles & Jaymes wine cooler or 5 - lol! I'm also a bit of a hoarder and still have a good collection of my vinyl 12" singles - mostly Madonna but some Wham and ABC as well. I also used to live in Colorado & those balloons are beautiful - thanks so much for sharing and for the chuckle:) Hope you have a fabulous week!
ReplyDeleteCiao, Stephanie! Scary, yes? This was the result of one of those "Columbia House" record club memberships, I'm pretty sure. You have an awesome week as well. PS. Woke up today thinking about your last post ... craving cheese. :)
ReplyDeleteWhen you figure "Cock Robin" out, do share! I laughed when I saw that, and no, I totally don't remember them either. Is that like "Cradle Robbin'" for our generation? lol.
ReplyDeleteOH! Cradle Robbin' - I just got that. (I'm slow, but coffee just kickin' in.) I'm going to have to suck it up and drive somewhere (only tape deck being in the truck) so I can listen to Mr. Robin (not sure I want to be on a first name basis with this guy - at least until he's an "ex" - in which case the name can be applied liberally).
ReplyDeleteI hadn't realized u added me!. lol Love the photos.. Are u learning Italian for the sheer love of the language or do u plan a trip over there? My oldest spent a few years there living and going to the university there and then doing her masters in Milan and interning at the WHO..
ReplyDeleteHello and welcome! I am learning Italian because I adore the language, but thinking of moving there - at least part time - in the future. I am actually spending a few months there this fall, and then a month in France ... then? We'll see! Great to see you here!
ReplyDeleteOmg I loved this post! And boy can I ever relate!!! Do you really still have boxes of cassette tapes? lol
ReplyDeleteHi Java - shamefully admitting, I am, that ...yes - after these photos were taken I stuffed the boxes back onto the shelf. I knoooooowww.... :)
ReplyDelete@ADOC - Oh, hey, I listened to "Cock Robin" yesterday on Pandora while I was immersed in Italian lessons. So HERE is the song that I heard on a Sunday Night alternative radio station back then which inspired the Cock Robin purchase: "When Your Heart is Weak" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRnNpLOhn1Q
The name of the band actually came from a story that took place in the 1600s, "The Marriage of Cock Robin and Jenny Wren." Weird bringing this up 20 years after I purchased the "tape."