Certain songs mean more to me on certain days. There is no rhyme or reason to this–I’ll simply be listening to my iPod at work (as I am wont to do) when this certain song begins to play and suddenly, though I’ve heard it a hundred times before, on this particular day I think to myself: YES. That is it. Right there. (Apparently, I think in very short sentences.)
Today’s song is Simon & Garfunkel’s “Kathy’s Song.” I cannot stop my finger from pressing the repeat button as the song ends. I don’t know why. But the song is beautiful.
I love the last line:
There but for the grace of you go I
The SNG deserves a new name, I think. He is not seemingly nice. He *is* nice. My apologies for not posting more about him–I know friends are curious. It’s weird because though I can post the most intimate details of my own life (and have), I am reticent to post any that involve a second party. Why is this? But I suppose a little conscientiousness can never be a bad thing.
We went to a renaissance festival last Saturday. It had been a while since I’d been to one, and I really enjoyed myself. We got to watch a woman blow glass. And I bought a vase from her that has got to be one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen, let alone owned.
I need to write more. I’m hardly writing at all anymore. I barely even write in LJ and that was always my faithful standby. My “well at least I’m practicing some sort of writing in good ol’ LJ”. Hey, Teri. Message to you. FREAKIN’ WRITE MORE. (Told you I think in small sentences. My brain is the no-nonsense, no-frills counterpart to my, in this case anyway, fingers.)
Yes, Brain. I shall do my utmost to obey.