". . . little shall I grace my cause

In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience,

I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver . . ."

(William Shakespeare's Othello, I.iii.88-90)

Thursday, October 17, 2013


For years when I heard this song I only thought about catsup. The other day I heard it on the radio for the first time in a long time, and I think I finally truly heard it. Maybe you have to be looking at your 50th birthday (still about nine months away, mind you!) to get it. It seems for so many years I have been waiting--for something to be over, for something else to happen, for an end to one trial or the beginning of something better. I know that in all that waiting for Something Else I have sometimes--often--neglected to embrace the moment. I don't know how to change that behavior. In so many ways I am still waiting. But listening to this song is a needed reminder that "these are the good old days."


We can never know about the days to come 
But we think about them anyway 
And I wonder if I'm really with you now 
Or just chasing after some finer day. 
Anticipation, anticipation 
Is making me late
Is keeping me waiting.
And I tell you how easy it is to be with you 
And how right your arms feel around me. 
But I rehearsed those words just late last night 
When I was thinking about how right tonight might be. 
Anticipation, anticipation 
Is making me late 
Is keeping me waiting.
And tomorrow we might not be together 
I'm no prophet, I don't know nature's way 
So I'll try to see into your eyes right now 
And stay right here, 'cause these are the good old days. 


Anonymous said...

:( :)


Anonymous said...

It looks kind of fun to be playing guitar on a breezy dock. . .


Leah said...

>And stay right here, 'cause these are the good old days.<

That statement says so perfectly what I try to tell myself often these days, being busy at home all day with little children in this season of my life. And some children not so little. (My oldest turns sixteen tomorrow!) :)