“I’m working on my rewrite, that’s right
I’m gonna change the ending
Gonna throw away my title
And toss it in the trash
Every minute after midnight
All the time I’m spending
Is just for working on my rewrite, that’s right
I’m gonna turn it into cash
I’ll eliminate the pages
Where the father has a breakdown
And he has to leave the family
But he really meant no harm
Gonna substitute a car chase
And a race across the rooftops
When the father saves the children
And he holds them in his arms
And I say help me, help me, help me, help me
I’d no idea
That you were there
When I said, help me, help me, help me, help me
Thank you, for listening to my prayer…”
© 2010 Words and Music by Paul Simon
This has been a tough day. I felt anguished and guilty, helpless…I wanted to leave.
But eventually I dried my stupid tears, took pictures of beautiful things, and kissed my little boy (with his incredibly dirty face and feet) before returning to the basement apartment to watch Match Game on DVR.
At least my new Paul Simon CD came in the mail today; Paul’s one of my favorites (yes, I do love other bands and artists besides Guster)… I love his new music and was cranking it in the car today. I tried to put it on when Jonah was in the back of the car but after 3 seconds or so he cried: Cranberry Guster? So I changed the CD and we drove to see the train, which never came.
“dir-fee! dir-fee!” he called over & over until I realized he was saying “dirty feet.” He’d been running around the yard playing barefoot when I arrived after work.
So to make up for the coherent post I just don’t have it in me to write, here are some pictures:
in the background, buddha looks on at the near-blooming tulip & stonepile
magnolias blooming outside our kitchen window at work
i love cushy yellow ball
we’re forever crossing bridges.