Friday, July 3, 2009

Three Beautiful Things 07/02/09: Takin' Care of Business, Dog Sanity Chat, Wendy is the Perfect Name

1. Eye exam appt. Check. Appt. to get Snug's shots and annual exam. Check. Appt. to see financial advisor. Gulp. Check. Taxes e-filed. Check. Note to Molly to make sure we are making payments to the birthing center. Check. These things have been weighing on me and it's a relief to have appointments set and certain tasks completed.

2. Andrea suddenly popped up in the Facebook chat rectangle and we had a great talk about dogs, medicine, sanity, creativity, jobs, illness, writing, and some more about dogs. People call Facebook a time suck. Chatting with Andrea wasn't a time suck. It was a time awesome.

3. I tuned XM Radio to Classic Vinyl, and I wasn't listening very closely when suddenly I realized that Springsteen's "Born to Run" was reaching its climax, a climax you'd think I'd outgrown after thirty-five years, a climax whose longing to "walk in the sun" and "love . . . with all the madness in my soul" you'd think would seem too romantic, too naive to a man my age, but no, it's all fresh to me, alive, and my arms broke out in goosebumps when I heard Bruce call out "one, two, three, four" and sing

The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybody's out on the run tonight but there's no place left to hide
Together Wendy we'll live with the sadness
Ill love you with all the madness in my soul
Someday girl I dont know when were gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go and we'll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run.

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