History and Today

Top of the morning to ya, World!

It's been so long since my last blog, and every time I write one (so rarely, sorry), I believe I promise to write more frequently. But as I spend the minutes of my day, like pennies in a slot machine, they get lost so quickly and are no longer to be recovered. I spend them daily on projects such as editing audio tracks for my soon-to-be-born new CD, on designing websites (see http://www.wendycolonna.com/), on graphics for other clients, on song-writing, on updating schedules, sites, on communicating with friends and family, on walking the dog, on drinking wine while working late into the lateness of the late evening, on editing video, on booking more shows, on booking airline tickets, on booking time to book things, on praying that the next adventure is lucrative, enjoyable, fulfilling, beautiful and fun! And I spend fleeting seconds in hopes that maybe I'll run into Madonna or Oprah or Hillary or someone who lights my fire...not likely, but possible! Ha ha...

This morning I had a funny memory. It was 1996 and I was on a plane to London for a visit for the first time. I had flown through London a gazillion times, but never stayed to wander through it's lively and expensive streets. For a brief moment on the plane - maybe right when the first miniature bottle of wine was placed in front of me on my tray, maybe when an insipid meal was unvailed before me, maybe before closing my eyes in a vain attempt to sleep - I saw a flash behind my eyelids of a moment of meeting Patsy! No, not Cline, that wouldn't make sense, but THE PATSY ... you know...Joanna Lumley from Absolutely Fabulous.

Back in 1996, I was addicted to Ab Fab on Comedy Central. And Patsy is the hoot of all hoots. And she's British...so there's the connection, I guess. But you see, there are tons of celebrities in England, and you see...I typically don't get excited about celebrities. I have met a bunch of them. I have interacted with them. They are just people. So I'm not typically a celebrity-seeker, nor do I lose my cool. That's silly.

So anyway, there was that half-minute-fleeting-thought about Patsy. And then it was gone, over, done. Maybe I dug my tiny little knife and fork into my tiny little piece of fake chicken, or maybe I turned my head a half-inch to the right to try to snuggle up to the head rest on the upright airplane chair. It was gone. Nothing to it. I would have forgotten all about the imagined Patsy-encounter.

BUT...we spent a few days in London at a friend's apartment next door to Morrissey's house (as in The Smiths). We wandered the streets, ate the best Indian food ever. After a couple of days of that, we took a short train ride out to Bristol to meet a friend who lived there. While waiting at the train station for him to retrieve us, guess who I saw! Yep...you got it. Patsy Cline! No no...that would have been her ghost (God rest her singing soul). I saw Patsy, as in Ab Fab Patsy. Where was Eddy? Joanna Lumley stood with friends, saying their good-byes! Under normal circumstances this would have been no big deal for me. Wow. There's Patsy. How cool. Blah, Blah, Blah...But in this case, I just about fell over. Why? Because I had that moment in the airplane. It was as if it were a random preminition.

I really wish I could find the photo that we took together. I look like the BIGGEST dork, with the BIGGEST smile spread across my face, and she looks very annoyed. She was kind, but irritated by my stuttered "You are absolutely....um...I...uh...well...um...hilarious!" Duh, Ginger.

Anyway, that's one of the many celebs I have met, but that time I behaved like a mumbling fumbling fool...again, not because of her, but because of the fleeting thought on the plane and that it came true! Weird, eh?

So, today I will take heed in my thoughts. I will pray that a strong, fleeting thought arises in my head that comes true later - like, um Susan Serandon will join us for dinner tonight, or um...the winning lottery numbers flash before me .. or um ... Barack Obama invites Hillary to be his running mate...or um...that we shake hands and give each other hugs and have world peace.

In the meantime, while waiting for the next preminition (god, I hope there have already been some. The Patsy one happened 12 years ago!), I will go forth with my business, my music, my wonderful life. And I will expect to hear from you.

Love love love,
Ginger Leigh