Reliable Things

Normally I'd use this space to bitch about something, or try to give those few of you reading the blog something extra to think about. All of that seems pretty negative, though, and so today I want to give a few "shout outs" to those things that are GOOD in my life. These are things, in no particular order of relevance, that have never let me down, even in the face of an all-too-often uncertain world...

• Dap Patching Plaster: I'm reminded of this as I've been skim-coating the walls of our studio/nursery (status to be finalized soon, we hope!). I've used a ton of different home-repair products, from goofy cheap shit at the local do-it-yourselfer Big Box, all the way to expensive and hard-to-obtain professional/industrial stuff. Dap in general outdoes 'em all, but that patching plaster...pre-mixed, open the container and spread away. And when the container is empty, the lid seals tightly enough that I can empty the last pint or so of paint out of rusty, dented metal cans and store it for touch-up use.
• Mom: I have friends who have good relationships with their mothers, and those who don't. Some have lost their moms to age or accident, and some moms have walked a dangerously close edge with death. I'm so happy that my mom is a great person, and that I've enjoyed her company both as a child AND as an adult. Although I've disappointed her in the past, I can't think of a time she hasn't been there for me. What's more reliable than that??• Small metal Slinkies: As I wait for web pages to load, or for CDs to finish importing, I seem to need to DO SOMETHING with my hands. A little Slinky fits the bill nicely: I can wave it around, pour it from hand to hand...all the stuff you'd do with the big version, but in the confined space of the desk. I've played with small plastic Slinky-style springs, mostly in the form of swag sent with a catalogue order. They always break. Always. I found a package of little metal Slinkies, though, and while they might occasionally get bound up (you remember: when your Slinky would get a "kink" in it, and you'd have to figure out how to twist it to undo it), they've been exactly the kind of durable desk distraction that keeps me sane.• Close friends: many, MANY people to list in that category...a fact for which I'm eternally grateful. Mike, Lisa, Mark, Lisa, Eric, Lisa (hey, waitaminute!), Kirsten, Stephene, Brent, Joy...I could actually go on, but the point is, acquaintances will find an excuse not to be there. Good friends make it there, no matter the cost. My eternal thanks to all of you.• iPod: I'd like to say that Apple in general has been without complaint, but the early decision to withold licensing of the Mac operating system had the effect of relegating us Mac users to cult status. Likewise, the iTunes program, while replete with fantastic music, still is missing some (to me) very logical songs. The iPod, though...Apple hit it outta the park with this little baby. I've never run out of juice mid-run, I can plug it into my Roland V-Drums and play along, and it supplies me with a seemingly endless stream of shitty heavy metal and stuck-in-my-childhood pop music. Wonderful!• Paul Stanley: While his partner Gene Simmons likes to plaster his face over everything in the world, Paul is a more private guy, and I really like that. He's no bullshit: he makes his music, does the whole "rock star" thing, and then goes home at night and doesn't waste our time with an endless parade of heard-it-before quotes. He's also a fantastically nice guy: when I walked up to get my picture taken he tried to calm my fanboy nerves by sticking his hand out, asking where I was from, and engaging me in direct eye-to-eye conversation. He clearly enjoys his "day job," but also keeps himself enough to himself that I don't roll my eyes every time I hear his name in the press...which ain't all that often.• Burt's Cuticle Butter: My spouse calls me a "delicate flower" because of some of my finicky habits. That's fine...I like what I like, with no apologies. After years of biting my nails (and suffering the inevitable receding gum line that accompanies that habit) I finally started cutting them. I tend to develop little skin tags right where the nail meets the top of my finger, though, and delicate flower or not those little bastards HURT! Burt's makes a lovely lemon salve that not only strengthens nails, it helps keep those bad boys under control. Good stuff.• Miss Tessmacher: From putting up with that nickname (shouted, Lex Luthor-style, at the top of my lungs...usually in public) to putting up with my heavy-metal posing (aggressively, with much hair flipping...usually in public), there's nothing about Tess that has EVER been a letdown. I only wish the same could be said about me.• Fish keyring, with bottle/can opener: You know the one I mean. Metal, with a bottle opener on one end, can punch on the other and a plastic "fish" glued to the strip in between. My fish fell off back in high school, but I've slung my keys around on this object since I've HAD keys, and see no reason to abandon it. I can feel like a hot shit when I walk down the street twirling them around my finger, it opens my fussy little glass bottles of Coke, and the can punch end is good for prying, cutting box tape, and a host of other little odd jobs. 'Nuff said.• Ramona Q.: Literally a foundling, the feline love of my life showed up as a tiny catlet on my mother's front porch. As she was working on being a crazy cat lady with 4 or 5 furry friends of her own at that point, she graciously allowed me to take the mischievous little creature back to my apartment. Named for the brave, pesty heroine of Beverly Cleary fame, 'Mona has stolen my heart every day since. And, like Tess, she puts up with my bullshit.

As I said, this list could literally go on & on...but I think you get the point. Every once in a while it's good to forget about all the complaints you COULD lodge against this crazy world, and just enjoy those things that make the grade day in & day out. So look around...find those things you can count on, and let 'em know how you feel. ("I love you, little keyring! You complete me!") And now, if you'll pardon me...I need to go spread some Dap.