Musical Interlude

5 Days In May, Blue Rodeo

They met in a hurricane
Standing in the shelter out of the rain
She tucked a note into his hand
Later on they took his car
Drove on down where the beaches are
He wrote her name in the sand
Never even let go of her hand
Somehow they stayed that way
For those 5 days in May
Made all the stars around them shine
Funny how you can look in vain
Living on nerves and such sweet pain
The loneliness that cuts so fine
To find the face you've seen a thousand times
Sometimes the world begins
To set you up on your feet again
It wipes the tears from your eyes
How will you ever know
The way that circumstances go
Always going to hit you by surprise
I know my past
You were there
In everything I've done
You are the one
Looking back it's hard to tell
Why they stood while others fell
Spend your life working it out
All I know is one cloudy day
They both just ran away
Rain on the windshield heading South
She loved the lines around his mouth
Sometimes the world begins
To set you up on your feet again
It wipes the tears from your eyes
How will you ever know
The way that circumstances go
Always going to hit you by surprise
I know my past
You were there
In everything I've done
You are the one

Writing, Synchronicity, and Music

So this Blue Rodeo Greatest Hits CD has been going through my head for about a week, just tracks 6-9. I've posted about them.

Somehow things tend to happen together-- music gets stuck in my head, I get emotionally intense and a little 'emotionally disoriented', I love people lots, the seasons change, my past resurfaces and turns.

A day ago, or two, I posted about moving in with Bob. The only person I've moved in with before called me today. I'd been waiting for Kynnin to call me to get together for years, and I gave up not too long ago. I mourned. I started this new relationship, in which I am happy, and am now consolidating it. And now Kynnin calls. I wanna be a crazy girlfriend and call back to say, "dude, why do you always call at the worst, most disruiptive times? Well, you can't disrupt me anymore, I'm doing what I'm doing and it's too late for you." But, I'm not crazy. So I'm getting together with him Monday, unless he flakes out. We shall see.

Yesterday I started writing in a paper journal cause I wasn't on the computer at the time. I'm pondering love; specifically, how I use the word to describe a feeling I have, and what actions I take or don't take when I have those feelings. There are a lot of people in my life that I love, and I'm not dealing with that very well. Hopefully I can figure out what to do about it. I may transcribe that journal later. It's all about my limited time on the computer.

Today CrazyChris called me, just as I was talking to Bob about how much I wanted to talk to him. He came over and we were moderately dysfunctional together for the hour that he had, and I fed him soup. It feels like the day of the exes, but Chris and I are more friends than exes. I love him so very much, in a pretty non-ambiguous sense that involves us calling each other when we want to, and not when we don't.

I'm having a terrible headcold in my house, and more people have dropped by. I got to putter, and now they're in the computer room visiting. So, I'll go visit. Be well. More later.