I’ve been keeping the radio turned off lately. It seems like every time I turn it on, the music doesn’t fit my mood (which is probably a good thing from the station’s perspective), or evokes memories that I would rather not have evoked right now, thank you so much. There are whole jukeboxes out there, I am sure, populated entirely with songs on my “do not play” list.
It’s just as well that I don’t have an ipod, because it would be empty. Awhile back, when I was listening to the radio, I heard a story about how borrowing someone else’s ipod and listening to the soundtrack from their lives can make you start having their dreams. Under the right circumstances, that sounds like a charming thought. In reality, too many people I know listen to Lady GaGa. Self help books on tape. You can never be too safe.
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The Fretful Mother's Blog 
November 19, 2009 at 7:23 am |
Hey, where’s today’s post? The fretful mother’s fretful mother is wondering why we are not hearing from you. We are doing fine, avoiding falling leaves and office chairs, etc.
November 19, 2009 at 9:12 am |
Hi Tracy’s mom — Actually Tracy delegated responsibility for the blog to me, Bob Foster, her coworker. You should have today’s post on vacations visible now. I haven’t heard from Miz Tracy since Saturday, which I hope means she’s having a great time. I have posts for tomorrow and Saturday set to automatically post, since I’ll be camping, but don’t be surprised if wordpress falls through. All the best, Bob