eatin and sleepin and turnin pages

OOoowwwww!  In an attempt to be happier, and find a little more alone time, I’m trying this new idea of walking in the morning when I get out of work.  Today may not have been the best day to attempt this for the first time though.  I worked all yesterday, I worked all night and now I’m back at church to work more until tonight.  At least I get to sleep tonight.  I went on Audible.com and looked at possibilities of books to listen to while I’m walking.  I’ve always wanted The Brotherhood of War on audio so I can listen whenever I want.  And they are finally working on putting the whole series into audio files!  So I bought the first book.  I’ve read the book… at least twice.  The series is by far one of my favorites.  There are nine (or maybe ten?) books and they follow the military careers of a group of men.  Its better than it sounds.  Anyways, every time I reread the books, I feel like I’m returning to a group of old friends, sitting around re-telling old stories.  I just love it.  In a round-a-bout way, its helping to combat my loneliness.  I considered asking someone to join me in walking, but…  I don’t want to be with people out here.  I have to watch what I say and do with everyone out here.  There’s no one I can be entirely myself.  Granted there are a few people in the entire world with whom I can be entirely myself.  But not a single one of them lives anywhere near here.  And I didn’t want to listen to the same old stories about people I don’t know and could really honestly care less about.  It’s not that I don’t care, but I don’t know these people.  I didn’t grow up around them and have stories about them.  So re-reading (or listening) to these books is like getting the chance to hang out with old friends who don’t judge and don’t care.  They laugh and cry and just… are.  Yes, I realize I’m insane.  Shut up.

The walking actually went splendidly until the last quarter mile or so.  My sciatic nerve went all haywire and pain was shooting up and down my leg.  So now I’m exhausted and kind of dreading the day ahead of me.  Except… I am a bit happier.  In pain, but happier.  Not feeling so lonely.  I’m mean, I’m not in a P.O.W. like Bob Bellmon!  

Yes, some of my closest friends are characters in fiction novels.  As I said, I am insane and I know it. Shut up.

Well you should see my story-reading baby, you should hear things that she says
She says "Hon, drop dead, I’d rather go to bed with Gabriel Garcia Marquez"
Cuddle up with William S. Burroughs, leave on the light for bell hooks
I been flirtin’ with Pierre Burton ’cause he’s so smart in his books

I like to go out dancing
My baby loves a bunch of authors
My heart’s so broke and bleedin’
Baby’s just sittin’ there doin’ some readin’

So I started watching some TV, played my new CD player too
She said "Turn it off or I’ll call the cops, and I’ll throw the book at you"
All this arguing made me get dizzy, called my doctor to came have a look
I said "Doctor, hurry!" She said: "Don’t worry, I’ll be over when I finish my book"

I like to go out dancing
My baby loves a bunch of authors
We’ve been livin’ in hovels
Spendin’ all our money on brand new novels

So I got myself on the streetcar and it drove right into someone
The driver said: "I was looking straight ahead!" but he was reading the Toronto Sun
So my honey and me go to a counsellor to help figure out what we need
She said: "We’ll get your love growin’, but before we get goin’ here’s some books I’d like you to read"

I like to go out dancing
My baby loves a bunch of authors
Lately we’ve had some friction
‘Cause my baby’s hooked on short works of fiction

So we split and went to a party, some friends my girl said she knew
But what a sight ’cause it’s authors night and the place looks like a who’s who
Now I’m poundin’ the Ouzo – with Mario Puzo!  
Who’s a funny fella? – W.P. Kinsella
Who brought the cat? – would Margaret Atwood?
Who needs a shave? – he’s Robertson Davies!
Ondartje started a food fight, salmon mousse all over the scene
Spilled some dressing on Doris Lessing these writer types are a scream!

I like to go out dancing
My baby loves a bunch of authors
We’ll be together for ages
Eatin’ and sleepin’ and turnin’ pages

My Baby Loves a Bunch of Authors ~ Moxy Fruvous