Dear you,
Yesterday, 102.1 The Wave played Tom Jones’ sixties hit “What’s
New, Pussycat?” This fabulous waltzy
song surprised me while sprinting the beach on a cold day. It inspired bad public dancing on my part. I
love, love, love this song! My snowbird
audience took the performance in stride. They probably just thought I was
another local on meth. But then, after
the final “woah-woah-woah” chorus, The Wave betrayed me and played Night Ranger’s
“Sister Christian”. From the ecstasy to the agony. “Motoring. What’s your price per flight, for
finding Mr. Right?” Yes, that is just
what we all need, a power rock band interrogating a virgin, acting all
provocative and deep. The Jones
question, on the other hand, just lights me up: “What’s new, pussycat?”.
“Woah-woah-woah!”
Ah, what is new, pussycat? 2021 is new and so is the feeling
that everything now is like my musical anecdote, a schizoid rollercoaster. We free fly down with glee, “weeeeeee!” We trudge back up with effort, “screw this
ride.”
Current events illustrate this contrast:
😊 Darling Texas furniture store owner turns
his shop into a shelter during the weather crisis!
☹ Idiot Texas governor Abbot blames the power failures
on AOC and The Green New Deal.
😊 The COVID vaccinations are happening and
appear to be effective!
☹ The distribution/availability of those vaccines is
not so good.
😊 NASA’s Rover, Perseverance, lands on Mars!
☹ Flat Earthers still exist.
😊 The Real Housewives of New Jersey is back
with a new season!
☹ The Real Housewives of New Jersey is back with a new
season.
😊 Ted Cruz left the country and fled to Cancun!
☹ Ted Cruz came back.
2021. A rollercoaster!
At least we’ve returned to spurts of acceleration. The spirit of our age? Trudge and fly. Fly and trudge.
Plug in to a “What’s New, Pussycat?” state of mind. It will sustain you during those “Sister
Christian” days of deceleration and drudge.
Love,
Joyce
And Tom
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