Monday, July 11, 2011

I Taught Myself How To Grow Old




You know i've never admitted the fact here on the lounge that i'm a huge fucking fan of this man, he's been with me at some of the lowest points of my life, walking the streets so fucking heartbroken that it seemed that he was the only one making any sense, that said i listened to him a lot this weekend, drinking coffee on the couch while the boyos played on the floor, then i'd join them playing cars or pirates or building stuff, watched as they tore up the park and then a party yesterday and i'll tell you now that i'm fucking glad i lived long enough to see them and i'll be the first to admit that at times i wasn't all that concerned with making the next sunrise and someday i might even get around to writing about that time period but for now i'll just let it lie, see things are not all that tranquil around the lounge these days, especially in the domestic department but that's just how it goes, ain't no use bitching about it...  of course this post was interrupted last night to the sounds of a screaming boy, seems Nick Disaster caught something and in his fever dreams he dreamt about a spider or bug and after that the little dude wouldn't get back in a bed, so i took his little feverish butt to the couch and barely slept while he tossed and turned on his big, tall daddy, gave him a Popsicle at 4am cuz he was so warm but by the time the sun broke and docs office opened he was doing a bit better, tired and grumpy but better, no ear infection or other funky stuff, so now it's just him and his daddy and he's sleeping in my bed while Sesame Street plays in the background and though this post had a completely different bent last night that's alright too, the point is the same, somehow i taught myself how to grow old, even with the romantic pull of dying young, and lord knows it wasn't from a lack of trying, but every day i wake up and see those little smiles i knock on wood, cuz i'm fucking lucky, fucking real lucky...

6 comments:

sybil law said...

How can you NOT love Ryan Adams?! He's awesome.
You are fucking lucky. Keep that in mind and you'll be fine.
Oh - and people are fucking lucky to have you, too.

nursemyra said...

Ditto to what sybil said. Ryan is rockin' cool

Rassles said...

"somehow i taught myself how to grow old, even with the romantic pull of dying young"

I love that about you. I feel like that sentence, right there, sums up your entire blog with genius.

Jayne said...

Glad you taught yourself well. Now you can teach your kids while they teach you. It's a beautifully symbiotic relationship that forces us to see the beauty.
And Ryan--love that guy. I watched a video of him and Nora Jones (about their "Dear John" song) the other day. He's very cool.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CqYJa1UJi0E

The Unbearable Banishment said...

That domestic stuff will come and go. It's best not to make too big a deal about it.

Ryan Adams' (only?) hit, New York, New York reminds me so much of a girl I didn't want to lose that I can't listen to it anymore.

daisyfae said...

hey, big man... i get all of this. rassles is right. the boyos gave you another few decades... and i'm damn glad for that.

my boy had a propensity for 'night terrors' when he had the fever. there is nothing like that shriek of terror in the middle of the night to provide you with purpose.

then they grow up. and move out. like they're supposed to do...