Pink? I am seeing people post pics of Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon album cover on Facebook a lot lately. Yes, I loved the album too. And I liked Wish You Were Here too. I was working at Tempo the summer it was released and of course we sold it. I can’t remember for the life of me where our record department was. Maybe sorta in the middle toward the front of the store? The album cover was white but it came in a purple wrapper.

In that phase of my life I was not in any way sure what the HELL I was gonna do with my life. I would walk the beach and around the rocks to Cedar Point over and over again with the song “Shine on you crazy diamond” playing over and over again through my head. It was a bit maudlin but I didn’t turn out to be some kind of crazy diamond gal in the end. I grew up and got a life and it’s a pretty good one if I do say so myself.

Years and years later when I was working for the LSCHP at Cubelandia, he came in one day wearing a Pink Floyd T-shirt (and a Batman yarmulke and some other interesting sartorial items, dress code anyone?). I fergit how it came up but he directed a comment to me like, “She partied with the band.” I gnoffed and gnoffed and gnoffed. No no no no. If only. I never partied with Pink Floyd or any other rock and roll band although when I was young and thin and blonde there were a few band guys that expressed an interest. But never from a high profile band like Pink Floyd. And it would take a whole ‘nother blahg post (or maybe a BOOK) to explain why I wasn’t interested in those particular individuals.

I’ve also been thinking about the years I knew people who did drugs of various sorts and why I loved a lot of those folks and hung out with them a bit but never succumbed to their lifestyle but it’s late and I can’t write about it tonight (or maybe ever).

Blue? After two people posted about bluebird days on facebook, I had to look it up. A high school friend and a cousin. Both at ski areas in the western part of the country. A bluebird day is apparently a beautiful sunny day after a big snow dump. I haven’t downhill skied in many years but I remember those days.

It’s another Mouse photo. Ice on Hoton Lake.

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