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Just before our love got lost you said
"I am as constant as the northern star"
And I said, "Constantly in the darkness?
Where's that at?
If you want me I'll be in a bar..."
Any ideas on how Joni Mitchell's song "A Case of You" could relate to these days in my life? It has appeared not once, not twice, but THREE times a lady in the past 24 hours. One: I put it on the CD I made Jennie, and we listened to it for the first time in the car yesterday on the way to Mt. Baker. Two: When we got to Warm Beach (which is neither warm nor an actual beach, although it is on the bay) and went to the Regent College talent show, the FIRST ACT sang "A Case of You" as their FIRST SONG. I was flipping out. (Julie and Craig got mad cool points from me for knowing the song as soon or sooner than I did, the first couple of notes on the guitar.) Three: Someone posted lyrics from it on the lj community I Feel Like a Song, which I have on my friends page and which I saw this morning when I got up.
You're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh, I could drink a case of you darlin
And still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet
I slept in both yesterday and today - today the latest, but we got home late, so whatever. It was scrumptious to wake up to my alarm at 6:30 and be able to turn it off and roll back over in my MOST comfortable bed, scrunch back up under the covers, and fall back asleep. We left right after I showered yesterday so I had my wet hair up all day, and now it's crinkly curly and I wish Donna was here because she couldn't believe my hair curls when I don't dry it; when we went to the pool that day with Emily and Abby, and we got out and were sitting on the side, she said (incredulously), "your HAIR is CURLY." Duh. Today would really blow her mind.
Anyway, yesterday, we decided sort of last-minute to go out to Mt Baker, which I see every clear day from our yard but have never visited. It's one of those only-in-the-west mountains, craggy and snowcapped even in summer, and on clear days it rises gloriously over everything else we can see from the backyard. So. Jennie, Kennedy, Ellie, and I loaded up into my car and drove out there, stopping on the way for lunch. There are trails if you drive high enough, which we did, and then we walked as far as you can, and it was INSANELY high - and there was Mt Baker, enormous, snowy, rocky, right next to us. And I just kept thinking that we LIVE here, all the time; it took surely less than an hour to get out there, or would've if we hadn't stopped along the way. Amazing.
From there, we drove down to Mount Vernon (which is a town, not - that I know of - a mountain) and went to this camp called Warm Beach, where Regent College has their retreat every year, and had dinner and talked to people, most of whom were fabulously cool. A great way to combat the previous night's homesickness. We sat with Craig and Julie, who are nice, and with Rod Wilson, the PRESIDENT of Regent (wow!), and with a couple named Dave and Christie, who are maybe around the same age as me and seem cool. Someone pointed out that the sun was setting over the bay; the entire sky was on fire with orange and blinding gold, and Christie looked at me and said, "we've got to go out there and see it," so we did - and the most amazing part, the sun was sinking so quickly that you could actually see it set. The guy next to us was getting his camera out and literally before he had it ready, the sun was gone. He looked astonished, "It's over, then?"
After dinner they had a Scottish guy teaching (and I use that term loosely; it was more chaos and hilarity than anything else) Scottish dancing, and one of them needed groups of three so Jennie and Kennedy and I did it, and it was hysterical. And then they had a talent show, which I am trying to get a video of to send, most importantly, to Jessica Cecil, who will pee herself watching one particular act. There was a lot of singing, mainly good, and a couple of readings, and one girl danced. Highlights included a little tiny girl playing the violin accompanied by her mother on the guitar, which was AMAZING, and the final act, when a guy came out in a VOTE FOR PEDRO shirt and actually did the Napoleon Dynamite dance. Insanely fun.
And then we drove home and the kids fell asleep in the back and there were a million stars and good music and I thought, "this is why I moved here. For times like this." And things are back to good.
"I am as constant as the northern star"
And I said, "Constantly in the darkness?
Where's that at?
If you want me I'll be in a bar..."
Any ideas on how Joni Mitchell's song "A Case of You" could relate to these days in my life? It has appeared not once, not twice, but THREE times a lady in the past 24 hours. One: I put it on the CD I made Jennie, and we listened to it for the first time in the car yesterday on the way to Mt. Baker. Two: When we got to Warm Beach (which is neither warm nor an actual beach, although it is on the bay) and went to the Regent College talent show, the FIRST ACT sang "A Case of You" as their FIRST SONG. I was flipping out. (Julie and Craig got mad cool points from me for knowing the song as soon or sooner than I did, the first couple of notes on the guitar.) Three: Someone posted lyrics from it on the lj community I Feel Like a Song, which I have on my friends page and which I saw this morning when I got up.
You're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh, I could drink a case of you darlin
And still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet
I slept in both yesterday and today - today the latest, but we got home late, so whatever. It was scrumptious to wake up to my alarm at 6:30 and be able to turn it off and roll back over in my MOST comfortable bed, scrunch back up under the covers, and fall back asleep. We left right after I showered yesterday so I had my wet hair up all day, and now it's crinkly curly and I wish Donna was here because she couldn't believe my hair curls when I don't dry it; when we went to the pool that day with Emily and Abby, and we got out and were sitting on the side, she said (incredulously), "your HAIR is CURLY." Duh. Today would really blow her mind.
Anyway, yesterday, we decided sort of last-minute to go out to Mt Baker, which I see every clear day from our yard but have never visited. It's one of those only-in-the-west mountains, craggy and snowcapped even in summer, and on clear days it rises gloriously over everything else we can see from the backyard. So. Jennie, Kennedy, Ellie, and I loaded up into my car and drove out there, stopping on the way for lunch. There are trails if you drive high enough, which we did, and then we walked as far as you can, and it was INSANELY high - and there was Mt Baker, enormous, snowy, rocky, right next to us. And I just kept thinking that we LIVE here, all the time; it took surely less than an hour to get out there, or would've if we hadn't stopped along the way. Amazing.
From there, we drove down to Mount Vernon (which is a town, not - that I know of - a mountain) and went to this camp called Warm Beach, where Regent College has their retreat every year, and had dinner and talked to people, most of whom were fabulously cool. A great way to combat the previous night's homesickness. We sat with Craig and Julie, who are nice, and with Rod Wilson, the PRESIDENT of Regent (wow!), and with a couple named Dave and Christie, who are maybe around the same age as me and seem cool. Someone pointed out that the sun was setting over the bay; the entire sky was on fire with orange and blinding gold, and Christie looked at me and said, "we've got to go out there and see it," so we did - and the most amazing part, the sun was sinking so quickly that you could actually see it set. The guy next to us was getting his camera out and literally before he had it ready, the sun was gone. He looked astonished, "It's over, then?"
After dinner they had a Scottish guy teaching (and I use that term loosely; it was more chaos and hilarity than anything else) Scottish dancing, and one of them needed groups of three so Jennie and Kennedy and I did it, and it was hysterical. And then they had a talent show, which I am trying to get a video of to send, most importantly, to Jessica Cecil, who will pee herself watching one particular act. There was a lot of singing, mainly good, and a couple of readings, and one girl danced. Highlights included a little tiny girl playing the violin accompanied by her mother on the guitar, which was AMAZING, and the final act, when a guy came out in a VOTE FOR PEDRO shirt and actually did the Napoleon Dynamite dance. Insanely fun.
And then we drove home and the kids fell asleep in the back and there were a million stars and good music and I thought, "this is why I moved here. For times like this." And things are back to good.