My brother called me this evening at work. It was time for a break, so I stepped into the fading sun (which, to my dismay, keeps happening earlier) and talked with him.
We talked for a good half-hour.
I relished his voice.
After his school updates and humorous temping experience, he stopped.
I just wanted to say, I've been thinking about your example.
Wha?
I stopped.
He caught me off-guard like this— mentioning specific life decisions (hardly noteworthy) that have touched a chord in him. Decisions, I admit, that seemed and dare I say seem so solitary.
I forget these spheres of influence and he jolts me back to reality. He rambles on about his new found motivation and ambition to complete two worth-while goals in the coming months. And my heart swells, pleased for his decisions.
But the pleasure in his voice was all the reward I needed.
Something's Coming...
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
It is.
I feel it.
And because sometimes other people have already articulated exactly what I'm feeling. (Well, that, and I think Stephen Soundheim is a genuis.)
"Could be! Who knows?
There's something due any day;
I will know right away,
Soon as it shows.
It may come cannon-balling down thru the sky,
Gleam in its eye,
Bright as a rose!
Who knows?
It's only just out of reach,
Down the block, on a beach,
Under a tree...
I got a feeling there's a miracle due,
Gonna come true,
Coming to me!
Could it be? Yes it could.
Something's coming, something good,
If I can wait!
Something's coming,
I don't know what it is,
But it is
Gonna be great!
With a click, with a shock,
Phone'll jingle, door'll knock,
Open the latch!
Something's coming, don't know when--
but it's soon;
Catch the moon,
One-handed catch!
Around the corner,
Or whistling down the river,
Come on, deliever
To me.
Will it be? Yes, it will.
Maybe just by holding still,
It'll be there!
Come on something, come on in,
don't be shy,
Meet a guy,
Pull up a chair!
The air is humming,
And something great is coming!
Who knows?
It's only just out of reach,
Down the block, on a beach,
Maybe tonight...."
I feel it.
And because sometimes other people have already articulated exactly what I'm feeling. (Well, that, and I think Stephen Soundheim is a genuis.)
"Could be! Who knows?
There's something due any day;
I will know right away,
Soon as it shows.
It may come cannon-balling down thru the sky,
Gleam in its eye,
Bright as a rose!
Who knows?
It's only just out of reach,
Down the block, on a beach,
Under a tree...
I got a feeling there's a miracle due,
Gonna come true,
Coming to me!
Could it be? Yes it could.
Something's coming, something good,
If I can wait!
Something's coming,
I don't know what it is,
But it is
Gonna be great!
With a click, with a shock,
Phone'll jingle, door'll knock,
Open the latch!
Something's coming, don't know when--
but it's soon;
Catch the moon,
One-handed catch!
Around the corner,
Or whistling down the river,
Come on, deliever
To me.
Will it be? Yes, it will.
Maybe just by holding still,
It'll be there!
Come on something, come on in,
don't be shy,
Meet a guy,
Pull up a chair!
The air is humming,
And something great is coming!
Who knows?
It's only just out of reach,
Down the block, on a beach,
Maybe tonight...."
On Principle
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
This seemingly insignificant decision has occupied my mind for at least a month. I made the phone call this morning. It seemed like the right (for me) thing to do.
Selfish?
Perhaps.
Selfish?
Perhaps.
Toddlers & Tiaras Tribute...
Friday, September 11, 2009
It may just be their new theme song.
(Thanks to fellow blogger cousin for capturing this moment.)
Mundane Made Interesting
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Isn't that the beauty of radio? Maybe it's just the skill of a good journalist. Either way, I love the concept of turning something one might ordinarily consider mundane, and flipping it into a story. It also happened to be impeccable timing, as I spent a good portion of my weekend on the road.
What about you, any memorable rest stop memories?
In __________ I Trust.
Friends and finances don't mix.
Somehow I knew this, and yet and yet and yet.
A) Waiting to bring up a financial matter, after being stuck in traffic for four hours, is unwise; B) Discussing any to-be-resolved-roommate/housemate/partner/spouse-issue, financial or not, late at night, usually isn't the brightest idea; and C) Recanting on your word, late at night, is the most offensive of all. *
It reminds me of the conversation I had with a friend of mine, while strolling (more like trying to navigate our lost sorry asses) through the streets of Boston. His comment was something to the effect of saying, "I only trust one person." To which I snidely remarked, "Yourself?" His affirmative response seemed like such a jaded thing to say, at the time... but his words have resonated within me all weekend. Do we only trust ourselves? If that's true, what about all those moment of self-doubt, of not truly trusting ourselves? Furthermore, is it even possible to fully trust another human being? Perhaps this conundrum is really just a reflection of the demise of modern society? After last night's encounter I'm inclined to agree with him. Not because I genuinely believe him, but because this is, perhaps, how we've conditioned ourselves to behave towards one another.
It saddens me. Yet I don't know how to reconcile the facts.
*Note: I am not a late night person. Those that crave nocturnal lucubration may need to take that into consideration.
Somehow I knew this, and yet and yet and yet.
A) Waiting to bring up a financial matter, after being stuck in traffic for four hours, is unwise; B) Discussing any to-be-resolved-roommate/housemate/partner/spouse-issue, financial or not, late at night, usually isn't the brightest idea; and C) Recanting on your word, late at night, is the most offensive of all. *
It reminds me of the conversation I had with a friend of mine, while strolling (more like trying to navigate our lost sorry asses) through the streets of Boston. His comment was something to the effect of saying, "I only trust one person." To which I snidely remarked, "Yourself?" His affirmative response seemed like such a jaded thing to say, at the time... but his words have resonated within me all weekend. Do we only trust ourselves? If that's true, what about all those moment of self-doubt, of not truly trusting ourselves? Furthermore, is it even possible to fully trust another human being? Perhaps this conundrum is really just a reflection of the demise of modern society? After last night's encounter I'm inclined to agree with him. Not because I genuinely believe him, but because this is, perhaps, how we've conditioned ourselves to behave towards one another.
It saddens me. Yet I don't know how to reconcile the facts.
*Note: I am not a late night person. Those that crave nocturnal lucubration may need to take that into consideration.
10 Things I L O V E September
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
In all honesty, this is my favorite season. Here are a few reasons why...
1. This shade of autumn.
2. Pick-your-own orchards, followed by a golden caramel crisp.
1. This shade of autumn.
2. Pick-your-own orchards, followed by a golden caramel crisp.
3. Jewel tones and seasonal purse swap.
4. Listening over and over to this haunting melody.
5. Anticipating author signings and other bookish goodness.
6. Cabin camping and feeding 100+ people at my bon voyage SW retreat.
7. Return of cider.
8. Paid farewell-to-summer holiday.
9. Inhaling deeply. (Especially the season's last few lawn clippings.)
10. Warming up with my favorite burnt orange REI zip-up.
4. Listening over and over to this haunting melody.
5. Anticipating author signings and other bookish goodness.
6. Cabin camping and feeding 100+ people at my bon voyage SW retreat.
7. Return of cider.
8. Paid farewell-to-summer holiday.
9. Inhaling deeply. (Especially the season's last few lawn clippings.)
10. Warming up with my favorite burnt orange REI zip-up.
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