AND SHE'S GONE
My best niece is on her way home to Chicago. I didn't think I would miss her as much as I do right now, but man, I feel like I am holding a red-hot coin in my palm.
That I am amazed at the sense of loss I am feeling, how much that I love children, is ironic. These feelings and sensations are things I should already be familiar with.
I patiently explained to her how I would treat her as my daughter KT, who is normally with me during the summers. My Best Niece is a good girl, obedient and sweet. She came with her Mom's instructions, and she was a very good guest.
Didn't know how big the void in my life was until I kissed her good bye ...
... you know, I could use a set of steak knives ...
THERE WILL BE ...
... some catching up ... not for me, but for anyone who reads regularly! I do keep a written journal, and things have been spinning around in my head ...
AKA has been 'designated for assignment' to the minor leagues. Still a part of the organization, but she sits with Bull Durham and 'Nook' La Loosh. Will she be a part of the September call ups?
HAS ANYONE ELSE SEEN ..?
The movie, 'The Illusionist'? Is it just me, or is Edward Norton ignored when it comes to talking about great actors? I almost went to see 'The Hulk' for him.
The movie was very well acted and I wished that I could have watched it with someone ... ANYONE. Just a good movie to share and to talk about afterwards.
'Black' is a new color in my writing pallete, for miscaellany quotes and lyrics and other odds and ends that belong to other people. From movies to other journals, I will 'paint it black' if I got the idea from somewhere else.
Beginning with today.
JUDE LAW AND A SEMSTER ABROAD
This is a way cool song by the punk band, The Brand New. I only have the single, something I picked up in a cut out bin. One day last year, I played it for THE FIRST TIME, and as soon as I heard it, I knew I had my first break up song since The Cars, 'Just What I Needed'.
The new emo punk really isn't like the punk I knew coming up ... Iggy Pop, The Ramones, Wire, and of course, the only band that matters, The Clash. So I have no idea how I got this single.
In the basement of the town house we shared, I popped it in prolly during one of my sleepless nights (I sleep quite well now, thank you very much!).
Another journalist is going through the breakup scenario as well. I thought it something that this I am feeling what I feel right now. Truly, once I say that I am done with someone, I am. Miss Mookie? Could you tell me why I should? Still, there is a mourning for the loss of time, for the strain of the effort. The lyrics: "... so tell all the English boys you meet, about the American boy back in the States ..." captures a piece of me in them.
I don't necessarily want to TELL her, but I do want her to SUFFER IT. But she can't feel, so why bother. Putting these emotions in a nice, pretty box, and setting it with the rest of the garbage to be taken out of my mind is how I cope with the stray emotions that comes with this latest break up.
Clever lyrics, and I feel the song so much. It is good, to vent some, but not too much. Don't want to get lost in wake of life passing by why you cling to the ship that is sinking ...
That is going to be where my mind goes next ... enjoy the Rascals!