My New iPod

Well it's new to me, anyway. Take a look.


See how thick it is?


In the last year, Maybelline received an iPod Nano, Oatmeal Head a Shuffle (story to follow), the Hunny a Nano and Little Guy a newer Nano. The above iPod is my Hunny's original one, picked out of the lost and found about four years ago. Very old, but 20 gig. Yes, the screen is black and white. Horrors! But now it's mine!

Maybelline loves her Nano, using it to learn new languages, listen to podcasts, keep as a daytimer and address book. She's attached to it in a very shameless way. I'm proud of her, that she's kept it so well for an entire year. Her first iPod, a Shuffle (like the one in the blonde pregnancy test video), went through the washer and was destroyed.

Oatmeal Head wasn't originally so careful with his iPod Shuffle. About a week after he got it (last Christmas), he lost it in a bamboo forest in central Louisiana. We looked high and low, scouring the house, not knowing where it was. My uncle found it a month or so later, after torrential rains, and mailed it back to us. I don't know how he found it, since the thing is only about an inch square.

I put it in a Ziploc bag with a couple of moisture absorbers (at the Hunny's suggestion), the kind that come in pill bottles and shoe boxes. We charged it and plugged it in and it worked! All of his music was still there and everything! And oh! What icky music my boy listens to! We had a long talk about that. The Hunny and I did. He convinced me to lay low. Smart man.

For Father's Day/birthday, the Hunny got a Nano. We all went together to the Apple store at the mall and let him choose one, along with the little thing for his shoe, so he could keep track of his walking. What fun! He loves his Nano and listens to all kinds of history and technology podcasts, as well as entire books of Scripture. Oh, and music. Seems Oatmeal Head gets his taste in music from his father.

That left Little Guy, who has used the Hunny's ancient Classic since Father's Day. His taste in music tends to run to Weird Al (he's his mother's child) and classic rock. You know, Fat Bottom Girls and what not. It's a little disturbing to hear an eleven year old boy belting that out at the top of his lungs.

But as I reported a few weeks ago, Little Guy saved his pennies and gift cards and purchased his very own Nano, the newer version. He's ecstatic. Takes excellent care of it. Has loaded all of his favorite music onto it.


And it only took me two weeks to realize that that freed up the old Classic. For ME!!! And why am I writing about this seemingly silly turn of events, my getting a very old iPod? Hmm. Let me 'splain ...

The writer's group I'm part of will be discussing the music which inspires us to write. Folks, I have a very sad confession to make. I don't listen to music. No, there's nothing wrong with my hearing. It's not that I don't like music. I've just grown accustomed to life without it.

At one point I went from the music which made me happy to every type of children's music known to man kind. Then on to the local Christian radio station. Which played same freakin' 18 songs OVER AND OVER AGAIN. For ten years. No lie. And when I stopped listening to all of that, I found that I was so far removed from the current musical trends that I had no desire to listen to anything.

Yeah, I occasionally listen to some SC squared, or some ELO or Journey. Maybe some Marty Party or Simon and Garfunkel. But most of the time I love the quiet. Doesn't occur to me to turn on music when it's quiet. Why ruin perfectly good silence?

So my musical muse - don't have one. *sigh* Once in a while I'll pop to Pandora and click on one of my stations. Three or four times a year. But I'm hoping the iPod will jump start my listening time. Or at least keep me entertained while I'm in the shower.

Until I write again ...

Flea

P.S. We're having a wonderful little ice storm here in Tulsa. If I don't write again for a day or two, or if I don't drop in on your blog, it's not because I don't love each and every one of you. Well, there are a couple of you I don't love. I think you know who you are. :) But it will be because the power is out. Think warm thoughts for me, bloggy friends!