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Since I've Come on Home...
Mar. 14th, 2018 11:08 amOne of my alltime favorite songs/performances is Amy Winehouse singing The Zutons' "Valerie" at the 2007 Eurokeennes de Belfort. There's actually a number of YouTube clips of her performing this piece but, if you know her story, you know that you've gotta catch her at one of those good moments in her career, when her amazing energy and talent were not compromised by the horrific effects of alcohol and drugs.
Anyway, the chorus of the song goes, "Since I've come on home,/ Well my body's been a mess/ And I've missed your ginger hair/ And the way you like to dress/ Won't you come on over/ Stop making a fool out of me/ Why don't you come on over Valerie?"
There's a lot about the song that I relate to but, when I look in the mirror at the silver now insinuating itself into the once-ginger hair and, even more so, as I struggle to get out of bed and attempt to start another day in this body that's a mess, that's when it really hits me.
But this morning, this morning was different. I got out of bed feeling the pain of another new day, the tightness, the ache of it--the pain of where I presently am and where I've been in this life--struggled down the stairs to get that first bottle of filtered water that I need to help get me started and, as I passed the basement door, was suddenly struck by something else..
I have a project down there, that I've been working on lately, and over the past two days have been on the track of a really cool solution to one of the problems I've had with it.
And, in those same two days, I've done some things in terms of creatively adapting available hardware to hand-made pieces of my own design like I used to do when I was a seven-year-old kid scrounging lumber scraps from around the new housing development that we'd moved to and using them to make whatever I'd imagined.
So, instead of going back upstairs and sitting in front of the computer while I hydrated and got used to sitting in an upright position, I went down to the basement, started taking off pieces, set up the table saw, and ended up covered with sawdust before I'd eaten breakfast, had my coffee, or gotten dressed.
And the pieces I made are exactly what I wanted, both visually and functionally. They're now back on the project, waiting for wood filler to dry and for some spots of primer where the new cuts were made.
Now, I feel like I can wait a bit, maybe dust myself off, have breakfast and coffee, get dressed, because a part of me that I've been missing seems to be back. And I'm OK with biding my time to see if it's here to stay...
LPK
Dreamwidth
3.14.2018
Anyway, the chorus of the song goes, "Since I've come on home,/ Well my body's been a mess/ And I've missed your ginger hair/ And the way you like to dress/ Won't you come on over/ Stop making a fool out of me/ Why don't you come on over Valerie?"
There's a lot about the song that I relate to but, when I look in the mirror at the silver now insinuating itself into the once-ginger hair and, even more so, as I struggle to get out of bed and attempt to start another day in this body that's a mess, that's when it really hits me.
But this morning, this morning was different. I got out of bed feeling the pain of another new day, the tightness, the ache of it--the pain of where I presently am and where I've been in this life--struggled down the stairs to get that first bottle of filtered water that I need to help get me started and, as I passed the basement door, was suddenly struck by something else..
I have a project down there, that I've been working on lately, and over the past two days have been on the track of a really cool solution to one of the problems I've had with it.
And, in those same two days, I've done some things in terms of creatively adapting available hardware to hand-made pieces of my own design like I used to do when I was a seven-year-old kid scrounging lumber scraps from around the new housing development that we'd moved to and using them to make whatever I'd imagined.
So, instead of going back upstairs and sitting in front of the computer while I hydrated and got used to sitting in an upright position, I went down to the basement, started taking off pieces, set up the table saw, and ended up covered with sawdust before I'd eaten breakfast, had my coffee, or gotten dressed.
And the pieces I made are exactly what I wanted, both visually and functionally. They're now back on the project, waiting for wood filler to dry and for some spots of primer where the new cuts were made.
Now, I feel like I can wait a bit, maybe dust myself off, have breakfast and coffee, get dressed, because a part of me that I've been missing seems to be back. And I'm OK with biding my time to see if it's here to stay...
LPK
Dreamwidth
3.14.2018
