"Purple haze all in my brain
Lately things just don't seem the same
Actin' funny, but I don't know why
'Scuse me while I kiss the sky
Purple haze all around
Don't know if I'm comin' up or down
Am I happy or in misery?
Whatever it is, that girl put a spell on me
Help me help me
Oh no no... no
Purple haze all in my eyes
Don't know if it's day or night
You've got me blowin, blowin my mind
Is it tomorrow or just the end of time?
No, help me aw yeah! oh no no oh help me..."
Jimi Hendrix, The Jimi Hendrix Experience, "Purple Haze", Are You Experienced, LP, 1967
TIME: 2:37 PM
PLACE: The front yard
SUBJECT: Anniversary planter
I think HandsomeHusband gets a Clint Eastwood tick in his eye whenever he looks at this planter. In 2004, he asked my mother what would be a good gift for our anniversary. She told him that pottery is the traditional gift for the 9th anniversary. So he went out and purchased this planter for me. When he gave it to me, I got upset and started crying, not because he bought me a planter, but because I had thought we agreed not to spend any money on each other. I hadn't gotten him anything. I felt bad about that, plus I was nursing StellaDella and the postpartum hormones were raging. And to top it all off, my mom had just gotten the news that her cancer was not responding to treatment and had traveled to her spinal column. My emotions were not in a good spot at all. Naturally, HH took my upset reaction to the gift quite personally and thought I was being ungrateful. Who could blame him? But, I do love the planter (it's my favorite color!) and whenever I look at it, I think about how much he must love me to place that type of thought into purchasing it for me.