seeing songs

It’s rare that I come to this Blog space so empty-minded as I am today. I sat in the dark – after my morning stuff – my mind open for an idea, and mostly I was just sleepy.

I have a thing with my left eye, about which I spoke on the phone with an RN specialist yesterday. I don’t have an appointment for a dilated-exam before our journey up the coast – though I could have. One will be scheduled (probably today) for just after we return. I suppose there’s messing with our journey while on our journey, and that’d be bad. All of which, here now, swirls around like laziness and fear and magical thinking and a bunch of stuff the recovery community calls “character defects.”

The last few days the song “I Go To Pieces” by Peter and Gordon has visited a few times, and not in any metaphorical sense – I just like it. I like that I got to grow up in that time, with those songs. Songs like “A Summer Song” by Chad and Jeremy and “Hot Fun in the Summertime” from Sly and The Family Stone. “Glad All Over,” The Dave Clark Five. “Surfer Girl.”

It’s thickly foggy with marine layer out there as I’m ready to walk, and there’s a heat advisory the next two days, even here on the coast. Which, typing that, helps me gratefully remember Boston’s own The Stompers and their “Coast to Coast.” That came later, while I was still growing up.

Growing up like here this morning. Still pretty screwy. Always grateful. Big-eyed curious about the way I fit in with it all. This left eye too.