Life of Wry

Been feeling so unsettled and agitated. Let’s review:

• Pandemic: Check
• Fires: Check
• Air so bad you have to stay indoors: Check
• Canceled socially-distanced social outings: Check
• Big time election stress: Check
• Lying, corrupt conman still in office: Check

And it’s not Zoom’s fault, it’s not Sister District’s or Indivisible Yolo’s fault… but good lord almighty, I attend a lot of Zoom meetings. I like them, even. But: I. Will. Be. So. Glad. When. This. Mad. Schedule. Slows. Down. 

Mostly, I just wanna go outside. I wanna be in the sunshine with a blue sky above. I want to be with friends, like right up close, without feeling like we all have deadly cooties.

I’m reminded of a song that Adam Duritz of the Counting Crows sings… so plaintively…

This circus is falling down on its knees
The big top is crumbling down
It’s raining in Baltimore fifty miles east
Where you should be, no one’s around

I need a phone call
I need a raincoat
I need a big love
I need a phone call

These train conversations are passing me by
And I don’t have nothing to say
You get what you pay for
But I just had no intention of living this way

I need a phone call
I need a plane ride
I need a sunburn
I need a raincoat

And I get no answers
And I don’t get no change
It’s raining in Baltimore, baby
But everything else is the same

There’s things I remember and things I forget
I miss you
I guess that I should
Three thousand five hundred miles away
But what would you change if you could?

I need a phone call
Maybe I should buy a new car
I can always hear a freight train
If I listen real hard
And I wish it was a small world
Because I’m lonely for the big towns
I’d like to hear a little guitar
I think it’s time to put the top down

I need a phone call
I need a raincoat

 

Song sounds like a dirge the way he sings it.. so down.