Musing Interruptus is a podcast meant for sharing thoughts and stories and enjoying idiomatic phrases and words in general. You can read along; the transcription is in the description of this episode. The idiomatic expressions are in italics. Try to get the meaning from the context and then look them up to see if you were right. If you like it, share it, but more importantly, continue the conversation. 
Hello. Welcome, I’m Renée Valentina and this is Musing Interruptus. That was quite a year. Hellish at times. Frankly, I feel quite beaten up, and I know I am not the only one. I also know that there are hardships that don’t care if the year is over, they will continue day by day until they are good and ready to end. I’d like to know if there are any rituals that can ensure the year to come will be better, or at least not worse. I’ve eaten the grapes, run around with a broom, and made my own rituals. None seem to really work. They are fun to do. Being realistic, feet on the ground, and such. Very uncharacteristic of Musing Interruptus, I wish, at this time, to raise my glass to you, to me, to all we’ve been through. 
Making it through one more year, making good things happen, dealing with the difficult things. We need a toast. We deserve a toast. Whether you toast with sparkling white wine, champagne or apple cider, a cup of coffee, an aromatic tea, your mate, or simply a nod, let’s mark the end of the year. Having a chance to toast implies we have a moment of peace. Those are the moments I wish I could make last longer. It’s the end of the year. It is time to say goodbye to 2023. I think today I’ll order One For The Road. 
One for the road and one for my baby. One for my dogs, and my family, and my friends. Hey, for my neighbors too. One for my friends listening to Musing Interruptus!!! 
Bartender, pour that to the brim, don’t worry if it overflows, I’m not judging. Friends, let’s wet our lips, relax, and breathe in the much-needed relief that this moment is affording us. Let’s make a memory today.
There are a few memories I’d like to take with me to my next life. There are a lot, actually. I’d like to package the laughter, love, kisses, more love, more laughter, the feelings of accomplishment, mine and others, the feeling when I am in the presence of art, being in the presence of love. I’d like to package it so I dose it, put it under my tongue. I’d play a song timed perfectly to feel the explosion of all those wonderful feelings life has to offer at the moment the music takes off. I’d like to ask for one for the road. If that were possible, I’d ask for a doggy bag to tie me over until my next life. I’d like to take some people to my next life too. 
I’d also like to experience life in a song. You might be wondering if I got high to write this. I assure you, I am not. There are, however, guitars, voices, basses, and drums that make me wish I could travel on those waves of audio, on a sub-particle level. The closest I can get is to listen. A listener, an intense listener. I do listen intensely. To music and words. I remember things I wish I didn’t. They can stay in this life. I’ll just take my music with me. I’m not too sure where I’m going. I guess none of us does. Come January 1st, 2024, Year 8 will begin. For those paying attention to numerology. This is the year we must make things happen.  I’m not thinking about that right now. I am thinking of the end of this year. This year which I truly want to be over. There are things I did, and things I didn’t get done. Whatever. What matters is that we are doing this. 
Bartender, one more for the road, and play it again Sam (even though that phrase is never said in Casablanca). Continue reading


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