I got chills...they're multiplyin'.....
I get the weirdest musical urges sometimes. For instance, the past few weeks have been a focus on Bruce Springsteen. This week I seem to have a hankering for stuff from the soundtrack of the Grease movie. Can't be anyone else singing the stuff than Olivia Newton-John and John Travolta. And Garbage. The band, not the material.

Well. I was ready to hop on the boat and skip this town tomorrow morning because I was bored out of my mind. I had already watched every single movie in the house, the internet was broken and I had limited music available on my laptop. But really...the internet was broken. There are two desk top computers plus my laptop here in this house and no internet to be had. It was like torture.

Anyway, after much fiddling it seems to have revived itself minus the wireless option, so I am chained to this tiny desk my younger sister used to use before going away to school. Not chained. Just temporarily stuck here while I write a quick post and head back below stairs to watch The Departed for the 24th time.

No. Seriously.

It has been a lesson in tranquility here, I have to admit. But I will like getting back to the sounds of nightly sirens and people yelling on the street outside my window. At night here, I can't get used to the sound of the leaves rustling in the wind. It sounds kind of nice at first, but after awhile, I wonder if maybe there isn't a gigantic mouse in those leaves or something. Maybe a chipmunk.

On the back country roads of Southern Ontario on my way to this tranquil Island, I got a little bit lost and called my older sister on my trusty cell phone. The only sentence I could get out before the signal died was something like:
" No, seriously...I keep going through these little towns, and there is no one in them....I feel like I've wandered into Children of the Corn or something..."

I don't care what anyone says, being in or around a corn field is freaking creepy.
Tuning out,
G.


You're The One I Want - John Travolta (Grease)