When I was but a lad, many things were said to me. Most passed like the proverbial excrement through a goose, but the following has never left me:
During one of our many man-to-mans, Father Flick imparted this little bit of wisdom: “You, my son, are no more than a mere gnat, buzzing about in a swarm of many, many, many gnats!"
One evening, Mother Flick had tucked me up warm and cozy, the quilt just under my nose. We had completed a thrilling and inspired reading of the classic, “Go Dog, Go!” (It’s all about these cool dogs that wear cool flat caps and drive cool roadsters!). She softly whispered, “You, my son, are the cosmos. You are the wind…”
As a consequence, my brain chemicals are producing all kinds of crazy mixed up signals.
Music does that to me, too, especially now. And I understand that urge to write a blog entry, to somehow connect and to express those inner thoughts and feelings....
I missed that song, back in the 80s - listening to it as I write here.
I often feel weepy nostalgia for the 80s, which were my high school & university years, but I am not badass, & I weep whenever the music moves me, even on public transport.
I like Echo & the Bunnymen a lot.
I'm liking this song too -
Thanks for sharing.
And I wish to mention, I am presently snug and sitting on my back patio, steady rain and mist all around, enjoying a crisp boxed Chablis. I am so lucky.
Capp - Crazy as it sounds, I greatly enjoy this contemplation phase.
I already know I'm going to pull the trigger, but I will first check for video reviews on Youtube. I will do a lazy man's research, perhaps enough to know what to expect.
My father never wanted to be a boss. After his stint as a sergeant major in WW2, my father never wanted to be a boss. He drove friends to work most days because he had the most reliable car and was generous in that way. He loved to drive.
He was also a peace-keeper as various factions of our family liked him... both sides.
I didn't inherit his calm personality...
The best boss I ever had was a team leader. He brought out the best in us. He wasn't into power.
One reason I can't monetize my writings is that I don't operate that way. I read travel opinions and sometimes I think... no... this isn't correct; other times, I think I could do better. In either case... too much work for whatever pennies they'd toss at me.
Apologies for reading / commenting many days after you composed this entry - I only just discovered it. I appreciated your reference to the Jacques Brel song at the beginning - he’s a genius & Le Moribond is one of my favouritism his songs.
Poignant & lovely description as always
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