Thanks to Michael over at 83 Unsung Heroes, a favourite blog of mine, for saying a heck of a lot about nothingness and getting me started on this post with his oft inclusion of song lyrics at the tail end of his latest post. This last one referenced The Lazy Song by Bruno Mars and it summed up how I was feeling at the start of my unintended 2 month blogging vacay …
Today I don’t feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don’t feel like picking up my phone
So leave a message at the tone
‘Cause today I swear I’m not doing anything
Oh and thanks too Michael for writing the first thing that had anything to do with that gosh darn game called something like taking a jab to the abbreviated form of the first day of the week, that actually made me smile. All because you mentioned making a spreadsheet for it of course. I love spreadsheets.
Okay, enough about Michael. On to me …
For the last several days, I’ve been trying to figure out how to write a post to get me back in the game. I often get my inspiration from the daily prompts but the last few weren’t firing any sparks up for me. And even as I’m writing this, I’m still kinda stumped as to what to say. So I think I’m not gonna try to say anything at all. But just relish the idea of putting fingertips to keyboard again and hitting the darn ‘Publish’ button. Didn’t know it was possible to miss that truly undefinable beep beep boop so much. Cool. Very cool.
Enough about me. On to Harry Belafonte …
No, you didn’t miss anything. There is absolutely no connection at all between Michael, me, or this post and Harry. And nope thank goodness he hasn’t passed either. It’s simply because I have heard this song three times in the last week or so and it’s stuck in my head. Love the song and love the movie so I will bid you adieu [for now!] with Harry’s Jump In The Line.
So c’mon all my dear readers. Get up off your booties and give your gluts some exercise. Get the circulation going again after sitting for how long now (???) at your desk / on the couch / in your muskoka chair and pump some blood up to your heart. And no men, you’re not excluded from this one. Just because the song says “Senõra” doesn’t mean you can laze around and just watch. Tap into your feminine side and become the hurricane in all kinds of weather Harry’s singin’ ’bout.
Now EVERYONE let’s do this together!
Jump in the line, rock your body in time!
Shake shake shake Senõra, shake your body line
Shake shake shake Senõra, shake it all the time
Work work work Senõra, work you body line
Work work work Senõra, work it all the time
A note of thanks to all who have sent emails or submitted comments while I was away from the site. I’ll be working on catching up to their responses as soon as I can.
Thank you for your patience … Marianne