Diamonds and Rust

Yesterday was one of the quietest days I've had in many years; very little going on at home, the web was fairly still with very few emails and only one of them was important. No one was commenting on my Megashot photos, very few on Flickr, and the blog was much quieter than normal. "Peace, be still."

Anyway, I sat on the porch with no Droid and no camera until the sun became too hot; just me, a few birds, and several noisy squirrels. I dozed a bit, watched some neighbors walk their little doggies, and thought old man thoughts. I checked the net a couple of times when I had to go in for nature calls and to make a glass of tea. Carolyn's new coffee percolator came via UPS, and she played with it while she was here.
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Things are slow, so I suppose I will talk about politics and the economy. Both suck.
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Carolyn is off to the salon for regular hair services and for the first time ever, a professional pedicure; her birthday present from me. I'm so good to her.
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For today, I intended to write some of my memories of my school years, but they are skimpiest recollections I have. I remember lazy summer days when there was no school, although not much about the nine months of classroom each year; I may recall and have sufficient notes for a short chapter in a book. I will say this, grades nine through twelve were very traumatic and I wish I could wash them from my mind; my over-sexed hormones were using their after-burners, but my inborn shyness kept me far out of the student mainstream with no close friends and certainly no girlfriends. It is a piece of me which I have much trouble writing about and even more trouble dealing with in the lonely hours of sleepless nights; it is on the periphery of my mind every conscious minute. Maybe putting it all into words will rid me of the demons, but until I do so, I deal with it like tinnitus and try to live around it. For now, I will adjourn to the porch and re-enter my boyish summertime world, thinking old man thoughts.

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Diamonds and Rust lyrics:

I'll be damned, here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you decided to call

And here I sit, hand on the telephone
Hearing the voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Headed straight for a fall

But we both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Yes we both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust

Now I see you standing with brown leaves all around and snow in your hair
Now we're smiling out the window of the crummy hotel over washington square
Our breath comes in white clouds, mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me we both could've died then and there

Now you're telling me you're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You were so good with words
And at keeping things vague

Cause I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly, yes, I love you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust, I've already paid

But we both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Yes we both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust

Diamonds, diamonds and rust

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May your whinger be be sharp on this wilding Wednesday!

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