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Song Lyric Sunday: Glass

Thanks to Helen for once again giving us a great prompt! Lots of good song choices for “glass” ~ I ultimately went with “Sunrise, Sunset” sung by Herschel Bernardi. There are many versions, including clips from Fiddler on the Roof, but this studio version is articulated so clearly and I just love it. A friend sent it to me last night. The lyrics were originally written in 1964 by Jerry Bock and Sheldon Harnick. Listening to it can be a very emotional experience, especially for a parent. (Warning.)

Sorry, I can’t find a full set of correct lyrics to C&P. The relevant lines are as follows:

“Now is the little boy a bridegroom,
Now is the little girl a bride;
Under the canopy I see them, side by side.
Place the gold ring upon her finger,
Drink the sweet wine and break the glass –
Soon the full circle will have come to pass.”

Please listen to the whole video. 🙂

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The Pink Cupcake [a dating story]

A couple people have asked about my blog icon photo, so here’s the Saturday night special version. This isn’t a funny dating story with a twist at the end, but a stupidly sad one, or a sadly stupid one. Take your pick.

I had a relatively popular blog from 2004-2007ish. Then I grew weary of the (self-imposed) pressure to come up with funny and/or interesting poasts several times per day. Back then, I grabbed a lot of my topics from the news, including political stuff, and wasn’t afraid of generating arguments; now, I avoid this.

For a while, I tried keeping a super light blog about cats, cupcakes, and shoes only, but it became too boring for everyone, including me. Then my mom died, and my marriage broke up. Those two things aren’t related, but they’re both at the top of the life stress scale. I latched onto the first person who offered emotional support… and I fell in love with him. And he was married ~ one of those who was just waiting to leave when X happened, but then X turned into Y, and then Z. (He’s still there, living in the house with his wife long after X, Y, Z, yada.)

So, to cope I started a new blog, this one. My first poast was March 25, 2011. I didn’t talk directly about my relationship of course, since he knew about the blog too, but I would poast song lyrics and excerpts from books I was reading that alluded to it. Later, after we broke up, I did write a bit about how I felt at certain points, though I’ve probably deleted most of that now. Long-time readers will know him as TMW, short for “the man who broke my heart.”

In 2010, for his birthday I bought cupcakes for us. Not a cake because obviously he wouldn’t be able to take it home with him. I took a pic of mine ~ it was strawberry with a chocolate heart. Later I realized the heart was broken and I thought it was a neat pic. When I began the blog, I decided to use it for my “subtle” profile photo. If anyone asked, I figured I could say I was planning to resume doing cupcake reviews again. But I’m not planning to do that. I just like this photo. It’s held up over time.

Tipsy

Is it the wine making her tipsy,
Or the way he holds her gaze,
How he leans close and listens?
Even when she speaks in whispers,
He hears what she has to say.

The calypso music swirls her dizzy,
Or is it the wine making her tipsy?
They dance on the cold night sand,
Kiss in the blush of dawn,
A thousand lifetimes in one day.

His depth of darkness drives her on,
His mania whirls her crazy–
Or is it the wine making her tipsy?
Maybe she was sent to save him;
Maybe they’re both past damned.

Promises broken, promises made:
She grows giddy with his fusillade
Of excuses, but she understands.
Is it the wine making her tipsy?
Maybe just the clock’s soft ticking.

She drinks alone in her kitchen,
Windows misty, grey rain dripping;
Her mind circles ’round his mischief–
The walls go crooked, dipping, slipping…
It’s just the wine making her tipsy.

*

I’d like to thank Kiwinana for sharing her lovely poem yesterday and introducing me to a new poetic form Anapeat, which in turn inspired this poem.

Poverty

I can’t seem to forget you
Or what you seduced from me;
Not talking about my broken heart,
But the vanished hopes and dreams…
I’m much poorer since I met you.

WHO’S A FLUFFY PUPPY?[RDP]

This fluffy puppy belongs to my daughter and her fiancé. They live in NorCal. Puppy is only 12 weeks old, but gets bigger every minute! She’s from a rescued retriever.

Day 2 of 3 Lyrical Challenge

Thank you Irene for the nom!

Yesterday I poasted a relatively cheery song, which is a bit out of character for me, though I do enjoy all sorts of lyrics, as long as they’re interesting or funny or have some kind of play on words. But nothing beats a dark, depressing song that vibes with my shattered heart and broken soul, not that I believe in souls. Thus, I present “Love Is A Stranger” written by Annie Lennox and David Allan Stewart aka The Eurythmics and released in 1983.

In 1983, I was 22, also broken-hearted, but in a different way from my current state because I was young and resilient. But I didn’t know that at the time. I still felt like a zombie, just like it says, stumbling through the debris, believing my misery would last forever. When I liked this song, back then, I was attracted to the new love stranger danger part, but now all I can see (for me) is the savage cruel false and unkind aspect. I know others have better experiences and I’m happy for you.

*

Love is a stranger
In an open car
To tempt you in
And drive you far away
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you so
It’s an obsession
Love is a danger
Of a different kind
To take you away
And leave you far behind
And love love love
Is a dangerous drug
You have to receive it
And you still can’t
Get enough of the stuff
It’s savage and it’s cruel
And it shines like destruction
Comes in like the flood
And it seems like religion
It’s noble and it’s brutal
It distorts and deranges
And it wrenches you up
And you’re left like a zombie
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you so
It’s an obsession
It’s guilt edged
Glamorous and sleek by design
You know it’s jealous by nature
False and unkind
It’s hard and restrained
And it’s totally cool
It touches and it teases
As you stumble in the debris
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you so
It’s an obsession

*

(Note “guilt edged.” Love that.)

Today I challenge Keera, Janet, and Roy. Thank the challenger (that would be yours truly). Then do three days of song lyrics and challenge three bloggers each day to the same. Have fun. 😀

Soul Mate Noodles [FOWC]

If you believe in soul mates, you have to believe in some sort of God or supernatural meddling. Otherwise, the entire concept of soul mates makes no sense because math.

What are the odds that your other half or twin flame or however you term the soul mate concept would happen to be your next door neighbor? Infinitesimal. Not to mention the inconvenient fact that s/he would have to be born around the same time as you, give or take a decade, and all your paths geographically converge. The chances of meeting your soul mate sans angelic level interference approach zero.

So, yes… I say if you believe in soul mates, the supernatural concept is baked in. Since I’m an atheist, it follows that I must reject the idea of soul mates, sweet as it may be. This is despite the fact that I’ve loved romance novels and romcoms my whole life. Hey, I can also enjoy good science fiction. I cop to using the term “soul mates” however and not always in jest. It’s one of those expressions everyone understands.

I don’t actually believe in souls anyway. What does that even mean? Something beyond the physical self that existed prior to your conception and will go on after your death? Nah.

I can see the attraction to the idea though. And I’m happy to use it in my writing because it’s a way to convey emotional content that is universally relatable.

Fungible People [RDP]

What a coincidence that fungible is one of the prompts for today… I was ruminating (moo!) on the concept last night, using a lot of words and metaphors, but never coming up with this one. Fungible is always used with things like money and oil, not people ~ but why can’t it be used with people?

One of the reasons I’m becoming more introverted with age is due to my feeling that so many people view others as interchangeable objects. And I dislike this obviously. I had the sense as a young mom that other moms were my “friends” only because it was convenient. Once it stopped being convenient, the friendship dissolved. Example: I thought I was close friends with R, and we did many fun things together with our kids, but then she needed someone for a carpool and I couldn’t do it, so she asked A, who could. I literally never heard from R again. I was easily switched out with another person. Fungible.

I find it interesting that almost all my Facebook “friends” have disappeared since my exit. I basically have the same friends I had pre-FB ~ a handful of writers and meatspace peeps. Those FB connections were a pile of meaningless fluff, nothing to any of us, and only a way for Mark Z and the advertisers to rake in bucks. Since I’m not special, I’ll presume to say it’s the same for everyone. Just so you know.

After my divorce, I had the silly idea that divorced men would also be looking for the right person, not wanting to make another mistake late in life, etc. But this is mostly not true. They are looking for anyone who vaguely fits into a mental cutout they have labeled “girlfriend” (or “hookup” as the case may be). Anyone who fits will do, and if she leaves, he’ll easily replace her with another, or try to. We’re all fungible.

More and more, I only enjoy interacting with my family (and a few close friends): as the mom, I’m not fungible. No one can take my place. No one has ever replaced my mother. I still think about her every day. ❤️

My Boo

He is mostly sweet and cuddly,
A soft and friendly buddy,
Who purrs and chats,
A lovely cat
Yet every so often
He launches a stealth attack,
A furmissile of teeth
And vicious rippy claws,
Once, twice, and done…
Then back to being my
Little boo boo honey bun.

😍❤️🐱

Song Lyrics Sunday: Drink

There are so many drinking songs this could be the topic every week for a year and we wouldn’t run out of tunes to poast! Yikes, that reminds me of the board game Encore, also about lyrics, which never ends because people know way too many songs and no one wants to use the timer, soooo annoying. Anyway, I’m going with one of my favorite lyricists, Leonard Cohen, and his heartbreaking song “Darkness.”

I caught the darkness, it was drinking from your cup
I caught the darkness drinking from your cup
I said is this contagious?
You said just drink it up.

I got no future,
I know my days are few
The present’s not that pleasant
Just a lot of things to do.
I thought the past would last me
But the darkness got that too.

I shoulda seen it coming
It was right behind your eyes
You were young and it was summer
I just had to take a dive
When I knew was easy, the darkness was the price.

I don’t smoke no cigarette, I don’t drink no alcohol
I ain’t had much loving yet
But that’s always been your call
Hey I don’t miss it baby
I got no taste for anything at all.

I used to love the rainbow
And I used to love the view
Another early morning, I’d pretend that it was you
But I caught the darkness baby
And I got it worse than you.

I caught the darkness, it was drinking from your cup
I caught the darkness, drinking from your cup
I said is this contagious?
You said just drink it up.

Songwriters: Leonard Cohen
Darkness lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC