Don't look at me. I don't want you to see me this way.
I am breaking my months-long silence to share this life-affirming experience with you all. I stopped by the local organic grocery store this evening to pick up milk. I confess that I treat the local organic grocery store like a Circle K; it gets my custom when I need a single loaf of bread or a box of bulgur or some little tiny item I don't feel like going further to get. I am not there often. Which is how I missed the recent addition of the display labeled FEED YOUR MIND WITH LOCAL WRITERS at the cash register. I perused the titles as I waited in line. The first one I read was:
MY LAMENTATIONS ON THE RWANDAN GENOCIDE
I am moving in a matter of days to another Undisclosed Midwestern Location for another, hopefully more suitable copywriting job. My week has been spent trying to secure a mover. The first bid was $5,500. The second was $4,000. This is a step in the right direction, but I am strongly considering setting all my belongings on fire, collecting the insurance payment, and starting fresh in my new town.
Today at lunch with M., I heard one of my most fondly remembered late 80s soft-rock classics. I believe the artist is Richard Marx. For 15 years plus, this song suddenly spills out of my mouth at top volume, and it was startling to hear it playing outside my head. I have been singing it all afternoon:
IF YOU SEE ME WALKING BY!
AND THE TEARS ARE IN MY EYES!
Look away, baby, look away.
IF WE MEET ON THE STREET SOME DAY!
AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY!
Look away, baby, etc.
Oh, Livejournal friends. How I love you all. Hello! Hello!
MY LAMENTATIONS ON THE RWANDAN GENOCIDE
I am moving in a matter of days to another Undisclosed Midwestern Location for another, hopefully more suitable copywriting job. My week has been spent trying to secure a mover. The first bid was $5,500. The second was $4,000. This is a step in the right direction, but I am strongly considering setting all my belongings on fire, collecting the insurance payment, and starting fresh in my new town.
Today at lunch with M., I heard one of my most fondly remembered late 80s soft-rock classics. I believe the artist is Richard Marx. For 15 years plus, this song suddenly spills out of my mouth at top volume, and it was startling to hear it playing outside my head. I have been singing it all afternoon:
IF YOU SEE ME WALKING BY!
AND THE TEARS ARE IN MY EYES!
Look away, baby, look away.
IF WE MEET ON THE STREET SOME DAY!
AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY!
Look away, baby, etc.
Oh, Livejournal friends. How I love you all. Hello! Hello!