This is a song that reminds me of the girl/woman I was. The girl who always left. I was always on the run one way or another. I sure hope I've stopped running.
I'm a bit melancholy today. Don't know why. This is the ugliest time of year here. Where snow hasn't quite melted, it's covered with bits of dirt and debris. Walkways are filthy with winter-fall--the bit's and pieces that continue to drift down from the canopy of trees during winter storms but are hidden until most of the snow melts. And all my walk ways sink a little deeper into the ground each year so that now they are a boggy trail--wet and muddy. It was just like this when I moved back here from Santa Barbara. I cried as I drove into Salt Lake and then got to the house. Compared to Santa Barbara this is a very ugly city and this is it's very ugliest season. It's overcast today, and I'm tired.
I feel kind of sad. Don't know why... Maybe it's just the anger and helplessness I feel about the mess we're in and the idiocy of the party out of power, working so damned hard to make sure we can't climb out of the hole they dug for us. I'm not sure why I feel this way.
Friday, February 6, 2009
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Hi Utah-
Finally, a song I know and already love. - and another perfect choice to match your world today.
My favorite 87 year old Aunt always says - "and this too shall pass......"
Love Gail
peace.....
Did you come to Salt Lake City for the waters?
;>)
Personally, I don't miss the west coast that I left, but I would have had to have been toes up and as cold as an undertaker's smile if California had been the departure point.
I'm somewhat down about how the Republicans still continue to dominate our political discourse. They lost and yet they won't go away. And promises of bipartisanship with some bullies who will never play fair just seems dumb to me. I look at it as excuses really. Who is the man?
Santa Barbara was the place I moved to get away from my mother. She followed me there. I could only take it so long. I came back and eventually so did she. But it's not the waters, it's the family home. And I'm the only family left. About this time of year every year, I seriously think of selling this place and moving someplace better. But once spring arrives, I have a lovely little bit of private paradise. Oh yeah, no place in this country has quite the climate that Santa Barbara has. It's never too hot and never too cold. And I think it's one of the loveliest places I've ever lived. Santa Barbarans have great fondness and tolerance for the "eccentrics" living there--lots of dotty old rich movie folks. But even if I got top dollar on my place I couldn't afford to live there now. Unless I didn't live very long. Unless, of course, I publish a best seller. There are a lot of writers living there. Sue Grafton is a Santa Barbara fixture.
Hi Lib. I was writing to Darkblack as you were leaving your comment. Sorry I missed you. Yes, they do have md down. I'm wanting the Dems to call their bluff with the filibuster BS. Take that filibuster home over recess and see how well it plays with your poor southern state boys.
I know what you mean, the big gray ugly ice berms are depressing. Come on Spring! I want to see tulips, daffodils and crocuses. Have a great weekend.
Just hold on a little longer. The sun will shine, melt the ugly snow and a different perspective will prevail. The political situation is very maddening and frightening - I've come to the conclusion that all those old goofy men need to leave Washington, and women need to take over - period! I suppose a token "man" will be allowed, but his views will carry no weight whatsoever. Talk about a fantasy.
Nora mades me weak at the knees (and other joints).
As for Santa Barbara: it is where I came of age at UCSB. It will always be my fantasy to someday return.
Regards,
Tengrain
I love this song. The snow you describe was called "Mud Season" in Maine. I know exactly how you feel.
But, to Utah and SaoirseDaily2, there's only a few weeks until those icicles melt. Hold on my friends.
As far as Santa Barbara, yes, I know. It's so beautiful. Unfortunately, it is so overpriced now (even with this market), only the rich can afford to live there, just as you wrote, Utah.
So, I'll stay in my beloved megalopolis. I've tried to leave L.A. twice and came running home as fast as I could. The city's not for everyone: it's tough living here, but it's my crazy home. You'll see my complaints when summer comes: we're semi-desert and temps can get pretty toasty.
You forgot the part about how parts of that melt remain ice, thus making a nice walk extra treacherous.
I hear you - I'm feeling melancholy too. The weather, the mess in Congress, the obstreperousness (spelling?) of the Republicans...
Thanks for the song, I love Norah Jones.
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