Random Thoughts: Sept. 9
Sep. 9th, 2009 10:00 pm- 08:46 Happy Birthday, Mom! 09-09-09 #
- 13:59 My mgr & supervisor are talking about me, RIGHT behind my back. #
- 21:36 Went to Target, printed out 50+ wedding photos and made a mini album. Stoked! #
Here’s to us, one more toast, and then we’ll pay the bill
Deep inside both of us could feel the autumn chill
Birds of passage, you and me, we fly instinctively
When the summer’s over and the dark clouds hide the sun
Neither you nor I’m to blame when all is said and done
It’s been there in my dreams, this scene I see unfold
True at last, flesh and blood, to cherish and to hold
Jealous fools will suffer, yes, I know and I confess
Once I lost my way when something good had just begun
Lesson learned; it’s history when all is said and done
In our lives we have walked some strange and lonely tracks
Slightly worn, but dignified, and not too old for sex
Clear of mind and open-eyed with nothing left untried
Standing calmly at the crossroads, no desire to run
There’s no hurry any more when all is said and done
Saturday:
Ringing phone wakes me up around 8:00. Salon informs me that stylist called in sick and needs to reschedule my hair appointment to Tuesday. I go back to bed and proceed to spend several hours there with soon-to-be husband. Later, we get up and go to Target for Father’s Day gifts. Then it’s a trip to a Mexican restaurant. Home, and back to bed.
Sunday:
Up fairly early. Wake kids up for breakfast, then send them off with their dad for the day. Fiancé and I go back to bed. Early afternoon finds us on the road again, to Massachusetts. Meet Mom and Dad for dinner at Outback, then over to the mall for some power walking. Back home for laundry and to wait for the kids.
Monday:
I turn 42, much to my amazement. Sleep late, then drag everyone over to IHOP to satisfy a pancake craving. Take Ashlynn for a haircut, hit Wal-Mart for some spackle, buy some bargain fruit at Price Chopper. Make a withdrawal at the credit union, then go home, throw in two loads of laundry and make dinner. Head over to the reception site to pay the balance. Home, at last, and surprised by a balloon and cheesecake that the kids and their stepfather snuck out to buy me.
Not necessarily fun, but certainly productive.
There’s a song that makes L cry every time. I just looked up the lyrics and now I understand why.
The hardest thing I’ve ever done
Is keep believing there’s someone in this crazy world for me
The way that people come and go through temporary lives
My chance could come and I might never know
I used to say no promises, let’s keep it simple
But freedom only helps you say good-bye
It took a while for me to learn that nothing comes for free
The price I’ve paid is high enough for me
I know I need to be in love
I know I’ve wasted too much time
I know I ask perfection of a quite imperfect world
And fool enough to think that’s what I’ll find
So here I am with pockets full of good intentions
But none of them will comfort me tonight
I’m wide awake at four a.m. without a friend in sight
Hanging on a hope but I’m alright