Fly Me Away

Silver Moons and paper chains,
Faded maps and shiny things.
You’re my favorite one-man show.
A million different ways to go.

Will you fly me away?
Take me away with you,
My love.

Painted scenes, I’m up all night.
Slaying monsters, flying kites.
Speak to me in foreign tongues.
Share your secrets one by one.

Will you fly me away?
Take me away with you,
My love.

Now I can’t think what life was like
Before I had you by my side.
Can’t say what I’d do without you,
Knowing what it’s like to have you.

Hidden walk ways back in time.
Endless stories, lovers cry.
In my mind I’ve been set free.
Will you take this journey
You and Me?

Will you Fly me away?
Take me away with you,
My love.

Fly me away with you,
My Love.

Take me away with you,
My Love.

- Annie Little

In the last few days I´ve been:

• Reading like mad.
• Stewing new stories and characters in my head, like mad.
• Looking at a million decorating ideas.
• Staring at my kitchen ceiling with a puzzled look on my face.

This one grants a story.
At the beginning of the week, in the middle of my relaxing bath, I heard water dripping downstairs, but I decided to disregard the thought that something was wrong, as it was probably a dripping faucet I had forgotten to turn off.

Yes, I know Captain Planet is frowning at me right now.

A few minutes later the drip became more purposeful and profound. It sounded as if someone were washing their hands.
I got out of the tub and covered myself properly, in order to greet whoever was washing his/her hands in my home.
When I got to the kitchen, I saw water splashing onto the kitchen floor.
Cascading down.
From the light fixture.
I stared and wondered if I had entered an alternate reality or if my sense of direction was completely screwed up because the tub is not on top of the kitchen ceiling at all.
It´s very far away, actually.
Like on the other side of the house.

After a few minutes of me staring and doing nothing, the paint surrounding the light started to swell.
Practical Ali punctured the swellings and placed a bucket under the kitchen lamp.
I calmly went upstairs to re-asses the situation and empty the tub.

By this point I no longer wanted a bath but decided it would be wise to make sure it was safe to, at least, shower in my other bathroom, which has another tub, lest all that area proves dangerous and I end up going through the ceiling.

Under the water, I decided it was definitely a First World problem to not be able to bathe in your second tub, very much on par with “I can´t decide if I want cheesecake or chocolate for dessert” and “My shower head is too high! I have to get on my tippy toes to reach it and the water is REALLY hot!", which I do and it is.

I love my First World Problems.

After I showered, I cleaned up the mess in the kitchen and “milked” my ceiling.
I eventually will fix it, but I can´t be bother with such menial things at the moment.

This is the aftermath of the disaster:

Not so bad, right? I´m a little afraid of what the plumber or “ceiling guy” or whoever takes cares of things like this will say but, for now, everything seems peachy to me.

I´ve also been:

• Cutting my hair.
• Enjoying my job and relocation.
• Forgetting to exercise.
• Assisting to a double feature at the movies: Iron Man and Iron Man 2.
  Got home at 3 AM, but definitely worth it.
• Buying jeans one size smaller than I thought I needed. Yay!
• Remaining hydrated and applying crazy amounts of SPF 50 everyday.
• Feeling lucky.
• Letting my grass and lemons run amuck.

What have you been up to?

This month we´re reading:

Mil Millington´s Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About: A Novel, and/or Love and Other Near-Death Experiences: A Novel and/or extra-bonus-super-special-author-because-May-is-month-number-5-and-five-is-my-favorite-number-and-I´m-in-a-very-good-mood-lately…/drumroll… Neil Gaiman!

If you haven´t read Mr. Gaiman before, I suggest you read American Gods OR The Graveyard Book.
If you enjoy Mr. Terry Pratchett´s wit, you can also pick up Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch, written by both gentlemen, that is, Gaiman and Pratchett.

So let me redo the photo. This month you can read any, some or all of these books:

As usual, click here to see who won the giveaway for the month of April and to see what I´m giving away for the month of May.

Happy Reading!

You hardly even notice
When I try to show you
this song is meant to keep you
From doing what you’re supposed to
Like waking up too early
Maybe we can sleep in
I’ll make you banana pancakes
Pretend like it’s the weekend now

And we could pretend it all the time
Can’t you see that it’s just raining
Ain’t no need to go outside

But just maybe, laka ukulele
Mommy made a baby
Really don’t mind the breakfast
‘cause you’re my little lady
Lady lady love me
‘cause I love to lay here lazy
We could close the curtains
Pretend like there’s no world outside

And we could pretend it all the time
Can’t you see that it’s just raining
Ain’t no need to go outside
Ain’t no need ain’t no need Mmmm MMmmm
Can’t you see can’t you see
Rain all day
And I don’t mind.

The telephone is singing
Ringing it’s too early
Don’t pick it up
We don’t need to we got everything
We need right here
And everything we need is enough
Just so easy
When the whole world fits inside of your arms
Don’t really need to pay attention to the alarm
Wake up slow, yeah wake up slow
You hardly even notice
When I try to show you this
Song is meant to keep ya
From doing what your supposed to
Like waking up too early
Maybe we can sleep in
I’ll make you banana pancakes
Pretend like it’s the weekend now

And we could pretend it all the time
Can’t you see that it’s just raining
Ain’t no need to go outside
Ain’t no need, ain’t no need
Rain all day and I really really really don’t mind
Can’t you see can’t you see,
You gotta wake up slow

-Jack Johnson