Today I was the only part of the skeleton that remained. I held down the fort.
Please don't comment on what part of the skeleton that would make me.
I missed having somebody to talk to, so I turned the radio on. That didn't last long; the commercials drove me bonkers. Desperate for some noise, I started scouting around for CDs. I found a Mozart compilation that came dangerously close to coaxing my eyes shut. I ejected that one in a hurry.
One of my coworkers enjoys folk music; I found one of her CDs. I discovered quickly that I can only take a limited amount of uber twang.
I hope she's not reading this.
I finally found a generic CD that had Old Blue Eyes written across it in permanent black marker. I realize I'm only 50, but I do know who that is.
I spent the afternoon tapping my toe and dancing in my ergonomic chair. I was actually surprised at how many of the songs I knew, mostly because I've heard them on movies. I had no idea that Frank Sinatra is the one who made them famous.
I don't know a whole lot about Frank. I know my mother swooned over him back in the day. He was a member of The Rat Pack, though I'm not sure why that is so significant. It's also suspected that he had mob ties.
Oh, and he had blue eyes.
I imagine back in his hay day Frank never would have dreamed his music would one day be treated so irreverantly. I mean, a CD that had been copied? Black marker? It's kind of sad.
I suppose it doesn't matter, I still enjoyed it. But...I wonder what he would say. I googled him and found out he died in 1998, so I can't ask.
That's okay. I'll just wait a few years and ask Justin Bieber.