Sometimes things to talk about come in the mail or mysteriously surface during a clean-up and neither will leave your head until you forcibly remove them. At least that’s been my experience. For today. Tomorrow could be another whole ball of wax. (Where did that strange expression come from? I tried looking it up, but it seems no one can agree on its exact origin and after reading the third or fourth educated guess I lost interest.)
Anyway, after waiting all week for it, an invoice/receipt arrived at last in the mail today. I am sharing part of it here because I think it’s pretty exciting.
If all goes well, I will be celebrating my May 13th birthday in Athens this year. Santorini is one of the places my brother visited and loved and thought he would like to return to see again some day but he never got the chance. So this trip is a family holiday to remember him. Good Gawd, look at all those island ferry transfers across the deep dark sea. I hope they make good wine in Greece.
The other thing I’m sharing surfaced from a filing cabinet, in a file folder labeled ‘recipes’. Who in the world prints off random recipes from the internet and files them away and ignores them for a decade? Never mind, we already know the answer to that. Inside this folder I also found a copy of a Christmas letter written by our cats in 1997, a three-fold religious pamphlet and a letter from a fitness spa, but there was something else in there even MORE interesting. I can picture you rolling your eyes and sighing but sorry, that’s not going to stop me. Here are the amazing printed words I found with no title and no explanation.
In another younger day I could dream the time away
In the universe inside my room
And the world was really mine from June until September
And if it wasn’t really so I was lucky not to know
And I was lucky not to wonder why
Because the summer time is all that I remember
A summer fly was buzzin’ every night when I was young
In the gentle world my child-like senses knew
And the world was just my cousin
And the wind was just the tongue
In the voice my lonely moments listened to
And I look at me today all the dreams have gone away
And I’m where I never thought I would be
Seeing things I never thought I would see happening to me
And I lay awake at night til the darkness turns to light
Hearing voices calling out my name
Droning over and again the same message to me
Crying who’s your partner, who’s your darlin’, who’s your baby now?
Who wakes up at night to pull you in
But it don’t matter, you’ll just make her lonely anyhow
I don’t know why you even try to win
At first I thought it was a poem but then I remembered it’s the lyrics to a song and went searching for it on YouTube. It’s amazing what’s on that site and the stuff that comes up and how much time can go flying by while you’re sitting on the living room couch with your I-Pad and a gigantic cup of coffee.
If you don’t know this song but like the words and the kind of sad and dreamy way they sound in your head, I think you’re going to love the music. There was some method to my madness, writing it down and putting it away in safekeeping to be discovered again on some very distant future Friday off.