…. Plus two new songs, and a milestone to boot! #addedvaluepost
Cheers to 550!
xxx. What Is & What Should Never Be – Led Zeppelin
550. –>Posters – dada
551. Counting Stars – One Republic
xxx. –> Milky Way – The Church
xxx. Curbside Prophet – Jason Mraz
xxx. Lullaby – Newton Faulkner
Goodnight, Bebés…
Carols? We doan need no steenkin’ carols….
xxx. Waiting on Christmas – Day Paul Simon
xxx. Baby, Please Come Home – U2
xxx. What Christmas Means to Me – Paul Young
xxx. Christmas Song – Dave Matthews
xxx. Shake Up Christmas – Train
… since the last Bedtime Set, much less the last post. Boo on that.
But tonight there is music, and Yay for that!
xxx. No woman, No Cry -Bbob Marley
xxx. –> Forever Young – Alphaville
xxx. Hero Song- blh
xxx. Boys Don’t Cry – The Cure
549. Rubber Ducky Song – Sesame Street meets Reel Big Fish
xxx. Lullaby – Newton Faulkner
Sweet Dreams, Angeles…
… or the other way around?
http://zenpencils.com/comic/137-richard-feynman-the-beauty-of-a-flower/
xxx. Forever – Ben Harper
548. Babe, I’m Gonna Leave You – Led Zeppelin
xxx. Wish You Were Here – Pink Floyd
xxx. Crystal Ball – P!NK *** For my concert-going wife. Grrrrr….
Sweet dreams and safe travels to my lovelies, near & far.
… A visual of the Bedtime Sets! Thanks to Julesy for the camera work.
… on a speech by the sage Bill Watterson.
http://zenpencils.com/comic/128-bill-watterson-a-cartoonists-advice/
Man, I wish I had written that.
Here I stand at the counter, bread rising beside me, eyes welling up and sniffling at a really great blog post that my wife sent me. It took me three runs at it to keep from completely going to pieces and distracting my eight-year-old from his Wii time. It would have been nice to be the one to find and send it, but am glad she did – it feels right, like this is what real people our age do instead of exchanging anniversary cards (Monday, 18 years).
I wish I had written it. It was perfect. The writer waxed pithy, witty and wise about the doldrums of love – the iron age of romance, these monotonous Middle Years. That seemingly endless phase of the partnership where everyday inchworm victories trump mad acts of passion… that is, assuming we’re not too-sleep deprived to notice that we won something. Clearly, I can relate. So maybe I could have written it.
Except that – conversely of the author – I am the writer, the child-wrangler, the stay-at-home, the apron-wearer. And at this moment – of all the many of late– I feel more like a Mom than ever. The perspective was obviously female, a juxtaposition of her everyman husband/father/partner through the Rom-Com lens we have all come to believe is the end-all/be-all of love and romance. Yet standing here at my bread-baking counter, smack dab at the half-life crossroads, all eyebrows, graying chest hair and swelling prostate, I could really relate… but then again, I’ve always been one to cry at movies.
Still, the thoughts popping in my head over the last few months truly have started to sound like script lines in the teleplay , the stuff that the TV hausfrau says during the throes of a mid-life come-apart. I have to step back and ask myself “Did I really just say that?!” And the answer is yes. So I might have written it.
So it is what it is. I am too old, tired and pre-occupied to try to reverse a seemingly natural order of things. Especially not when this life – finally, at long last, through these debts and doubts and worries – seems to be falling into place. That nagging feeling of “What if?” is losing ground to a charging notion of “What might?” It is a time of hope and possibility – especially sweet, since it has not always seemed so.
I think could have written that. 27 years after that first date, we are still together, closer than ever, settling comfortably into the reality of us. She has, after all, been with me through two-thirds of my years on the planet. A long time, and some long years in the mix, to be sure. But even when the distant spaces come more often, seem wider and longer, echo more loudly, the light of our love is always visible to me across the canyon, even when things feel dark.
I wished that I had written that, but wrote this instead, and I am glad.
Two new ones tonight, happy accidents. Love it when that happens.
xxx. All in the Groove – Blues Traveler
544. Get Back – The Beatles
xxx. Alison – Elvis Costello
545. 25 or 6-2-4 – Chicago
xxx. Summer in the City – The Lovin’ Spoonful
Sweetest dreams, littles…
542. Man of Constant Sorrow – The Soggy Bottom Boys *** Thanks, Alex!
xxx. The Weight – Ari Hest
xxx. The Rainbow Connection – Paul Williams
xxx. True – Spandau Ballet
THE BEDTIME SETS 