Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Talking To Myself


It wasn't too long ago, I would spend many an hour aboard the HypnoVessel alone, dawdling the day away with music, movies, the Internet, and magazines. I don't have that much time to myself anymore since we relocated to Davis. Respite is a past pleasure, and too bad, for yesterday my father-in-law sent the HypnoVessel a care package that would have alleviated my doldrums. A simple, solitary, framed black and white photo of Elvis Presley greeted Summer as she opened the shipping container. A young and handsome Elvis forever grinning up at her. Had I been so fortunate to possess this image back in our slower days of sailing, I would surely have found a companion to distract me from the other idle time killers. Elvis and I would have swapped stories, his being a thousand (1000) times more interesting of course, laughing at the size of his Physician's Desk Reference book, reading passages to one another and discussing which 'scripts are assigned to which false illnesses. Not ones to tarry just in humor, we would dig deeper, discussing his growing up in Mississippi, his stint in the Army, and of course introduction to and mastery of rock music.

I have positioned Elvis' visage across from the counter, smiling at me. Or is it snickering at me? Either way, if I'm alone in the ship and you peer through the windows and see what looks like me talking to myself, now you know better.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Heard this Elvis song... about snow and skiing? The lyrics speak to me. I guess I need to listen to the Elvis channel more:

Long Legged Girl
All right

I've been thumbin' rides travellin' light

Walked the streets till past midnight

Trampin' roads, trails and lanes

Scaling cliffs fields and plains

Searchin' till the early dawn

For that long legged girl with the short dress on

Riding trucks, bikes and skis

Sailing lakes and brooks and seas

Driving wagons, cars and jeeps

Walking stilts in ten foot leaps

Searchin' till the early dawn

For that long legged girl with the short dress on

And everywhere I go she's been and gone

She's fine, it's just too bad she's the travellin' kind

So fine, I just can't rest till I make her mine

I've been from Maine to Tennessee, Mexico from Wahkiki

Rain or shine, sleet or snow

Searchin' high, searchin' low

Everything depends upon

That long legged girl with the short dress on

She's fine, it's just too bad she's the travellin' kind

So fine, I just can't rest till I make her mine

I've been from Maine to Tennessee, Mexico from Wahkiki

Rain or shine, sleet or snow

Searchin' high, searchin' low

Everything depends upon

That long legged girl with the short dress on

The long legged girl with the short dress on



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