Midnight has come and gone and I am wide awake. Been sitting on the couch reading magazines and looking for a book or two to catch my eye. Unfortunately the quest for a new book to read has been unsuccessful. Eventually I’ll find one, a real book that is. Sounds strange to say that but with the proliferation of Kindles and e-readers it has become a necessity.
At the moment I don’t own one, but my parents just upgraded from the original Kindle to the new one so I think that I am going to borrow one and see what I think. Can’t imagine that it will ever replace my love for real books, but I know that I am going to enjoy it.
Got a bad thumb, courtesy of a blocked shot from a pick up game on Monday. It is on my left hand and for the most part hasn’t been too much of a pain in my ass, but it hasn’t been pleasant. Would have been more exciting if blocking the shot meant something other than five seconds of jubilation- but such is life. These finger injuries fit into the category of nagging injuries. They take forever to heal and if you forget about them you can guarantee that something will happen to remind you. Like, having a six year-old accidentally slam into it.
Felt great having it jammed again.
Elton John songs are flowing through iTunes now. Just listened to Your Song. So many memories tied into this one. At the moment I keep seeing a hundred people at the tail end of a Fraternity party put their arms around each other and sing. Must of been about 2 am or so and something that the neighbors loved- but I can’t help but smile thinking about it. Sat there singing under a black sky that was lit up by a million twinkling lights and for a moment time stood still.
And then I hear these lyrics:
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the world
And I remember that I promised someone a song. I don’t know if we know the words, but the melody has already been written upon our hearts and we have sung it together. Perhaps one day we shall again and when that day comes to pass you can tell everybody that this is your song. Until then keep looking up at the moon and know that when you are thinking about me I am thinking of you.
Elton cycles through to Circle of Life. Some people hate that song, they think of it as being too gimmicky or too whatever. Not me, I like it. Reminds me of my kids and I am a sentimental sap. Reminds me of when they really were babies that I could tuck in my arm like a football.
Last night I carried the six year old in from the car. She wasn’t really asleep, but she wanted me to carry her in and she knows that her daddy will always carry her. So I picked her up and stood in place. For a moment I closed my eyes and tried to take in the moment. Her head on my shoulder and my right arm underneath her butt. Used to be that I could carry her all day and all night and never get tired, but not any more.
My girl is getting so very big. She noticed that we weren’t moving and whispered, “daddy, carry me in” and I started walking. When I reached the side of her bed I waited another moment to put her down and then tucked her in. Little arms circled my neck, she kissed me on the cheek and told me that she loved me.
I whispered back that I loved her too and then sat down next to the bed. Even though it was dark I could see her staring at me. So I moved closer and whispered quietly, told her again that I loved her dearly and promised that I would always do my best to take care of her. She reached out, caressed my cheek and said “I know.”
And you ask why I am going to have to kill any boy that tries to date her. So sweet.
But, life moves on, things happen and you do the best that you can to roll with the punches whatever they may be. There are changes in the air and time moves on. Life is going to be interesting, but something tells me that we’ll find our way.
And much as I hate to do this, allow me to share some more song lyrics
Don’t look so sad
It’s not so bad you know
It’s just another night
That’s all it is.
It’s not the first
It’s not the worst you know
We’ve come through all the rest
We’ll get through this…
Lailah tov from Los Angeles