I find that 80's love songs still speak to me and comfort me.
Local radio station (100.5 The Zone) has an "80's after 8" program, and as I drove home from mom's last night I heard several favorites, among them "Don't forget me when I'm gone" and the Pretenders, "Brass in Pocket", which is the best tune ever for putting me in a confident, sexy attitude.
So I was singing in the shower this morning, Paul McCartney and the song listed above in the title to this blog entry.
Sappy love songs
Some people want to fill the world with silly love songs
What's wrong with that?
I need to know...
Cos here I go...
Again...!
...
Sometimes it comes in a minute
Sometimes it doesn't come at all...
I only know that when I'm in it
Love isn't silly
Love isn't silly
Love isn't silly at all...
And another, by Tesla, local boys made good and Big Hair 90's band who do pretty good lyrics, tune called "Love will find a way", I think...
Love will find a way
Love is right there
Outside your door
Waiting for you
Is this love made just for two
Give it up
You'll find love again
I know...
So... It's a time in my life when I'm inclined to be looking to the past, in a thoughtful fashion. It's not nostalgia, it's milder than that. I'm looking at my past life, past friendships, past relationships.
Izzy looks back and thinks awhile. Humph.
Life is a lot less satisfying when you don't know what you want!
(!!!) which was a chronic condition of brain for me, during most of my life. Drifting with the river, going with the flow. I hardly ever felt like paddling hard, in part because I didn't have many real goals. Finishing college, yeah, but I felt after 3 years at UCSB that even a bear of very little brain could accomplish this. (apologies to any alum who disagrees, buy me a cider and we can swap stories sometime.) I feel that even getting married was more a case of feeling I SHOULD rather than really wanting to...Social pressures, I was turning 30, felt it was time to "settle down"... interesting how now I am both unwilling to settle and unwilling to put down roots quickly. Rather be footloose while I figure a number of things out.
Goals currently include:
* Reconnecting with my social networks
* Spending time with my funnest, most heart-centered friends
* Finishing paperwork for the emergency credential (this is a short-term goal, of course)
* Learning Latin Dance
* Getting decent at English and Irish Fiddle, getting accustomed to thinking of myself as a "musician"
* More choral singing, Balkan particularly, and rounds...
* Buy a digital camera and learn Photoshop
* Nice place to live, with my cat or cats, including DSL and an excellent ISP
* Satisfying job with medical coverage
That's not it, of course, that's just the short list.
Stuff to keep me busy and reasonably happy while I figure out the next steps. "Career" and "Romantic Relationship", well, the future of both - murky at best.
Good thing I deal so well with living in grey areas. That I think contributed to how long I was able to stay in a life of no ambition, no goals, and really, no standards. That's not fair, actually. I didn't just date anyone who asked me, but removing myself from an established relationship, even one that was deeply unsatisfying, was like extracting a wooly mammoth from the La Brea tar pits.
Inertia sucks. *grin*
Unless, of course, you are already in motion, in which case inertia rocks, rolls, swings, runs, boogies. Interesting. There's a metaphor there, which I just don't feel clever enough to nail down at the moment.
Oh, moment of discontinuity last night as I fell into slumber after a long and cheery chat with Jeff...
Heard the not-so-distant train whistle and rumble, here in Rio Linda, and for moments I was confused, thinking somehow I was back in Santa Clara, being woken by THOSE trains...
This morning I have a brunch scheduled with former coworkers in the Grant District - the annual "Librarians' Luncheon" for librarians past and present. They're a fun group, I miss them & am looking forward to seeing them again.
Thanks for listening to my morning ramble, and thanks to the folk who expressed sympathy for yesterday's lack of "intestinal fortitude" on my part. Almost back to normal, yay!
Next time I post, should be about the travails of getting registered as a substitute teacher...
Umm. Do I have enough clothes that are nice? I may have to go thrifting again. Anybody up for shopping?
Local radio station (100.5 The Zone) has an "80's after 8" program, and as I drove home from mom's last night I heard several favorites, among them "Don't forget me when I'm gone" and the Pretenders, "Brass in Pocket", which is the best tune ever for putting me in a confident, sexy attitude.
So I was singing in the shower this morning, Paul McCartney and the song listed above in the title to this blog entry.
Sappy love songs
Some people want to fill the world with silly love songs
What's wrong with that?
I need to know...
Cos here I go...
Again...!
...
Sometimes it comes in a minute
Sometimes it doesn't come at all...
I only know that when I'm in it
Love isn't silly
Love isn't silly
Love isn't silly at all...
And another, by Tesla, local boys made good and Big Hair 90's band who do pretty good lyrics, tune called "Love will find a way", I think...
Love will find a way
Love is right there
Outside your door
Waiting for you
Is this love made just for two
Give it up
You'll find love again
I know...
So... It's a time in my life when I'm inclined to be looking to the past, in a thoughtful fashion. It's not nostalgia, it's milder than that. I'm looking at my past life, past friendships, past relationships.
Izzy looks back and thinks awhile. Humph.
Life is a lot less satisfying when you don't know what you want!
(!!!) which was a chronic condition of brain for me, during most of my life. Drifting with the river, going with the flow. I hardly ever felt like paddling hard, in part because I didn't have many real goals. Finishing college, yeah, but I felt after 3 years at UCSB that even a bear of very little brain could accomplish this. (apologies to any alum who disagrees, buy me a cider and we can swap stories sometime.) I feel that even getting married was more a case of feeling I SHOULD rather than really wanting to...Social pressures, I was turning 30, felt it was time to "settle down"... interesting how now I am both unwilling to settle and unwilling to put down roots quickly. Rather be footloose while I figure a number of things out.
Goals currently include:
* Reconnecting with my social networks
* Spending time with my funnest, most heart-centered friends
* Finishing paperwork for the emergency credential (this is a short-term goal, of course)
* Learning Latin Dance
* Getting decent at English and Irish Fiddle, getting accustomed to thinking of myself as a "musician"
* More choral singing, Balkan particularly, and rounds...
* Buy a digital camera and learn Photoshop
* Nice place to live, with my cat or cats, including DSL and an excellent ISP
* Satisfying job with medical coverage
That's not it, of course, that's just the short list.
Stuff to keep me busy and reasonably happy while I figure out the next steps. "Career" and "Romantic Relationship", well, the future of both - murky at best.
Good thing I deal so well with living in grey areas. That I think contributed to how long I was able to stay in a life of no ambition, no goals, and really, no standards. That's not fair, actually. I didn't just date anyone who asked me, but removing myself from an established relationship, even one that was deeply unsatisfying, was like extracting a wooly mammoth from the La Brea tar pits.
Inertia sucks. *grin*
Unless, of course, you are already in motion, in which case inertia rocks, rolls, swings, runs, boogies. Interesting. There's a metaphor there, which I just don't feel clever enough to nail down at the moment.
Oh, moment of discontinuity last night as I fell into slumber after a long and cheery chat with Jeff...
Heard the not-so-distant train whistle and rumble, here in Rio Linda, and for moments I was confused, thinking somehow I was back in Santa Clara, being woken by THOSE trains...
This morning I have a brunch scheduled with former coworkers in the Grant District - the annual "Librarians' Luncheon" for librarians past and present. They're a fun group, I miss them & am looking forward to seeing them again.
Thanks for listening to my morning ramble, and thanks to the folk who expressed sympathy for yesterday's lack of "intestinal fortitude" on my part. Almost back to normal, yay!
Next time I post, should be about the travails of getting registered as a substitute teacher...
Umm. Do I have enough clothes that are nice? I may have to go thrifting again. Anybody up for shopping?
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Still wanna go shopping wit'chu, lady.