Waxing Nostalgic.....long, slight intoxicated ramblings
Posted: October 20, 2004 10:17 pm
Just spent an hour in the hottub with a bottle of wine.....cool rain falling lightly, steam from the hot tub.....watching the stars, enjoying the quiet.....I was filled with that delicious anticipation of kid on Christmas Eve, thinking about seeing Buffett in just a couple of days.
I was thinking back to my early PH days and finding it hard to believe that it was over twenty years ago.....thinking about how most of the significant events in my life I can tie to a song....meeting my husband...one of our first dates was a Buffett concert.....my Dad died a few years later and I always think about him whenever I hear "Incommunicado"..."on the day that John Wayne died, I found myself on the continental divide...tell me where I do I go from here think I'll go in to Leadville and have a few beers...think of Red River or Libery Valance can't believe the Old Man's gone...."
Less that a year later my 'keet was born, she is and always will be my "Little Miss Magic".....thinking about singing that song to her and remembering with great delight the first time she spontaneoously went "FINS UP" during the song.
Building my career and having those days that s*** and wondering what the hell I'm doing.....and remembering "It's my job to be cleaning up this mess and that's the thing people expect from me." I really do feel like we're cleaning up messes most days, but that's our job......and if street sweepers can smile that I've got no right to feel upset.....
Of course, most recently through my Mom's illness and death.....Buffett lyrics were calming, soothing and a reason to smile on days there didn't seem to be many reasons.....Pacing the Cage....."Sometimes the best map will not guide you. You can't see what's round the bend
Sometimes the road leads through dark places, Sometimes the darkness is your friend. "
Right after my Mom passed I started listening to "License to Chill" with a different ear, although it's still not my favorite album....I can't get through "Coast of Carolina" without at least the hint of a tear..."And the walls that won't come down we can decorate or climb or find some way to get around".....there have been so many days that the walls just seem too big, that the sadness won't lift....but we can decorate or climb or find some way to get around.....
And that brings me to this time, this place.....where a spontaneous trip with my lifelong best friend is the beginning of getting around that wall....sorry this is such a long rant, but it needed to go somewhere.....to the Far Side of the World where there's probably more that one parrothead that will nod and say, "Yeah....me, too"
I was thinking back to my early PH days and finding it hard to believe that it was over twenty years ago.....thinking about how most of the significant events in my life I can tie to a song....meeting my husband...one of our first dates was a Buffett concert.....my Dad died a few years later and I always think about him whenever I hear "Incommunicado"..."on the day that John Wayne died, I found myself on the continental divide...tell me where I do I go from here think I'll go in to Leadville and have a few beers...think of Red River or Libery Valance can't believe the Old Man's gone...."
Less that a year later my 'keet was born, she is and always will be my "Little Miss Magic".....thinking about singing that song to her and remembering with great delight the first time she spontaneoously went "FINS UP" during the song.
Building my career and having those days that s*** and wondering what the hell I'm doing.....and remembering "It's my job to be cleaning up this mess and that's the thing people expect from me." I really do feel like we're cleaning up messes most days, but that's our job......and if street sweepers can smile that I've got no right to feel upset.....
Of course, most recently through my Mom's illness and death.....Buffett lyrics were calming, soothing and a reason to smile on days there didn't seem to be many reasons.....Pacing the Cage....."Sometimes the best map will not guide you. You can't see what's round the bend
Sometimes the road leads through dark places, Sometimes the darkness is your friend. "
Right after my Mom passed I started listening to "License to Chill" with a different ear, although it's still not my favorite album....I can't get through "Coast of Carolina" without at least the hint of a tear..."And the walls that won't come down we can decorate or climb or find some way to get around".....there have been so many days that the walls just seem too big, that the sadness won't lift....but we can decorate or climb or find some way to get around.....
And that brings me to this time, this place.....where a spontaneous trip with my lifelong best friend is the beginning of getting around that wall....sorry this is such a long rant, but it needed to go somewhere.....to the Far Side of the World where there's probably more that one parrothead that will nod and say, "Yeah....me, too"
