Ice cream on the North Shore for Breakfast

This past Saturday started like most. I woke up just after sunrise, catching a glimpse of a gorgeous sky. Looking at the time 6:07, I start to prioritize my day. The first thing I normally do is nuzzle up to my sleeping girlfriend who is currently in Plam Springs.  That was the first difference of the day.  Then I look at my phone for messages and notifications. I didn’t plug it in last night, so it’s dead. Which means I have to read something on paper for my morning pit stop.

Enter Record Collector News  a publication I picked up at Amoeba a few months back.  That’s not what sparked this post, I digress. Completing my morning ritual, I get ready to head to the barbershop. After checking the weather, I opt to ride instead of driving.
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Heading out, I notice a small fray in my favorite jeans that 7 for All Mankind may have discontinued . A muted “nooo” from beneath my helmet and I move on. Not much I can do about that one, I conveyed to myself[once I got home I ordered a couple of pairs, my jeans are still relevant]. Traffic is dense for 8 am on a Saturday, but I weave my way through and open up when I get past Waikiki. Atlantic Top 60 – Jazz, Jive, and Strut playing from Tidal in my helmet. There is nothing between the road and I except for slow moving traffic. The Aloha state has plenty of that.
Arriving at the barber shop, I remember that I didn’t make an appointment. So I’m faced with two choices…unfamiliar hands cutting my hair or come back tomorrow.

I don’t like waiting.

So, I go outside to decide which I would rather do. Typically, I vape while deciding what to do next. But today was different, I went outside, hopped on my bike, and rode off. No destination in mind, nor thoughts about the uncompleted grooming, just the playlist, bike and the road.  Now I’m eating ice cream for breakfast.

A pineapple bowl

The events of this particular Saturday morning are similar to how I feel listening to music. The decisions to be made are the artists, changes in plan are the tracks, and each of the 86,200 seconds we have in a day are the individual notes.  I could delve deeper into the metaphor, but I just finished eating ice cream for breakfast…I think I’m going to keep riding.

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Keep spinning,

Tom

Author: Tom

Founder of Vinyl for The People, sailor, gin drinker, son, friend, lover, vinyl collector, and appreciative of the life I've created.

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