Sunday, February 26, 2006

"Do the, do the, do the do do do" - Frankie Smith

Gimme a "HO" if you got your funky bus fare...

The funk of the day has exhausted me.  After my mom told me the ugliness stemming from the Greasy Dough Boy I started to walk back to the hotel from a great day of skiing.  I just couldn't see myself enjoying the rest of the day, and it was only around 2 pm...

Fe Fi Fo Fum, well I'll be darned here it comes, the Double Dutch Bus is on the street

So as I was walking to the shuttle bus, lugging my rental skis and stomping in the rental boots that were finally the right size, I envisioned myself back at the hotel:  just sitting there, feeling sad and hurt and full of hate and no punching bag to take it out on.  Then I figured I would get depressed and lost on some mindless computer game, or movie, or gossip magazine crap. 

you'd better get off the curb, move your feet

"Fuck it, fuck him", I thought, "I won't let the Dough Boy ruin my day", so I turned right around and stomped back up to the mountain, with my red, runny nose, tired legs and aching feet.  Yet I was on a mission, and come hell or high water my day was about to change. 


Let me tell you what I say when I'm dealing with the funky sidewalk
Let me show you how to walk when I gotta do my funky walk
Let me tell you what I say when I'm dealing with the funky sidewalk
I say...

 sssssssss-sugar...

actually, no.  I asked the girl at the Starbuc counter to put Splenda in the cup before they made my cappuccino, otherwise it sticks to the foam and doesn't dissolve right.  But I called my husband and told him all about my new attitude and he came down and joined me for some well-deserved caffeinated quality time.  What a man.

Put on your skates don't forget your rope
Cause I know I'm gonna see you
At my Double Dutch Show

I didn't ski anymore, but we did sit and enjoy just being there.  We picked up the kids from ski school and while their dad took them to the big bouncy thingy I went back to the hotel to pickup our skates.  Our ice skates.  Little one decided (after what seems like an hour you spend putting on the skates tightly enough) that it was too cold.  So back on the bus I was, but this time sharing my iPod with my daughter.

Come on, get on my Double Dutch Bus (The Double Dutch Bus!!)

I know she's not as passionate about my music, but fortunately when I got back my husband showed me he's as passionate about my family as I am.  It was one of the most beautiful gifts he's ever given me, how disgusted/horrified/angry he was at the situation my parents are facing.  So much so he called my mom and they had a good talk.

 Let me hear you say do that
(Do that)
Let me hear you say Do that again
(Do that again)

I escaped for a little while to the City Market to get some more ruby red grapefruits that I'm so incredibly addicted to, among other things.  I then got a sweet card for my husband, one he deserved along with all my love.

It's in the small things we find the greatest treasures.  In a phone call, in a reaction, and in so many things that many people will never know (think Dough Boy).  To know my husband loves my mom so much, to know we've been on this road for such a long time and we finally seem to be "getting there", where we genuinely react to each other from the heart, and the reaction is a good one, and one that is well understood - no longer much room for miscommunication.

On my way back from the market Double Dutch came on my iPod, and it seemed both completely irrelevant and totally well-suited for this day all at once.

Funk it.

Fuck it.

G.

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