Between TNP’s Summer Fridays program and other days I’ve taken this summer, working a normal 5-day week seems like a Herculean feat of strength. But it’s Friday again, and other than my yearly trek to BeadFest Philadelphia tomorrow, not much on the agenda. Which is good.
This week’s Friday Five is called “You Too?” because it’s inspired by U2 lyrics. Fact: For years I banned U2 songs from my car under a “No whiny Irish band” rule. I don’t think my brother heard a full U2 song ’til he started driving himself places.
And as you all have surmised by now, I have crap taste in music. I don’t care.
1. Is it getting better, or do you feel the same? (from “One”)
It’s getting better. I’ve been blue since I got home from Virginia beach, but in the last few days it’s started to lift. Mom thinks I subconsciously get sad when the daylight begins to wane. That makes sense. I LOVE summer.
2. Do you shiver when you dream? Is there a pounding in your heart? (from “You’re the Only One that’s Real”)
I have AMAZING dreams. Every night I dream and it’s like I’m starring in my own action-adventure movie. I’m a serious bad-ass. I’m most often a vigilante crime-fighter with fast cars and automatic weapons, defending us against aliens or zombies or alien zombies. Definitely heart-pounding. This nebbish cube-dwelling life I live during the day is definitely my secret identity. (adjusts glasses)
3. Is the sweetest melody the one we haven’t heard? The sweetest melody is one that doesn’t originate from the Carpenters. Is it true that perfect love drives out all fear? (from “I’ll Go Crazy if I Don’t Go Crazy Tonight”) NO. I’m more fearful when I love people. I’m fearful that they’ll get sick and die. I’m fearful about automobile crashes. I’m fearful that alien zombies will invade and I’ll have to find out where to get a gun.
4. It’s gonna itch and burn and sting; do you want to see what the scratching brings? (from “Staring at the Sun”)
I have two mosquito bites from the beach trip on the top of my foot near my ankle and UGH they are driving me crazy. They’d be gone by now if I didn’t grow out my nails. Because I keep forgetting that I’m pointy now and tear them up when they scratch. And then they itch while they heal back up. I’d cover with a bandaid, but I have a sensitivity to bandaids. Even latex-free…it’s the glue.
On the subject of my nails — it’s been 6 or 7 weeks now since I stopped biting and picking at them. A few have chipped, that’s alright because I keep them short. Not short enough apparently because I keep gouging myself. I look like I crawled through a thorny shrub. I am my own worst enemy.
6. (we could choose 5 of the six lyrics) Do you feel loved? (from “Do You Feel Loved?”)
More than ever!
Last week’s Friday Five had a reference to Dan Fogelberg’s Same Old Lang Syne: “let’s say you meet him or her in the grocery store, and that the snow is falling Christmas Eve…”
From Scrivener, the author of the Friday Five:
I do have one question for you, though. I have debated the tone of the final line in Fogelberg’s “Same Old Lang Syne.” I contend that “and as I turned to make my way back home, the snow turned into rain” is a sad, sad, sad lyric. Most of my friends say that while it is certainly wistful, it’s not an unpleasant wistfulness that the persona communicates. Some go so far as to say it’s kind of a happy thing, like looking back and seeing how far you come and how much you’ve grown because you sometimes need reminders of your past to illustrate it. My question for anyone who cares to expound (call it a Friday 6) is: is that a happy note or a sad note that Fogelberg ends on?
What do I think? I think Scrivener’s friends are not only “glass is half-full” people, they are “I imagine a full glass even when the glass is shattered all over the floor” people!
Hell yeah it was sad! In lands that experience winter at Christmastime, rainy Christmas Eves are pretty depressing. You *want* snow on Christmas Eve. Snow that turns into rain is just the worst. The hopeful snowy start of the evening just fell apart when both parties realized their lives weren’t all they were cracked up to be. And then they leave, love from all those years ago still unrequited. Cue the freezing cold rain of despair.
Uh, have a great weekend!