Relishing in the moment

This alley wall in the plateau, the very definition of beautiful ugly and aging …well

Hello all,

it’s hot and sticky out.

Working from home.

I was hoping for some,

peace and quiet,

alas,

it is not to be,

major welding and sandblasting,

going on across the street,

trying to drown it out,

with a playlist I made,

for my special lady,

lots of standards,

I Could Write A Book,

Bewitched Bothered And Bewildered,

The Way You Look Tonight,

So In Love

I love,

Ira Gershwin,

Cole Porter,

Oscar Hammerstein,

but, my favourite lyricist,

is Lorenz Hart,

of Rodgers and Hart fame,

such witty and bittersweet lyrics:

Now if they ask me, I could write a book
About the way you walk and whisper and look
I could write a preface on how we met
So the world would never forget

And the simple secret of the plot
Is just to tell them that I love you a lot
Then the world discovers as my book ends
How to make two lovers of friends

from I Could Write A Book

I’m wild again, beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered – am I

I’ll sing to him, each spring to him
And long, for the day when I’ll cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered – am I

from Bewitched Bothered And Bewildered

I am a word person,

lyricists,

are people I admire,

turning a phrase,

finding the perfect rhyme,

putting into song,

for all of us,

the pain, the joy, the hunger,

of,

love,

sigh.

I have been so very happy,

of late,

working on,

letting things happen,

being,

not controlling,

swaying to the music,

enjoying,

the fun,

the ease of being,

with someone,

who it is so easy to be with,

someone,

who clearly,

enjoys my company,

as much as I do hers.

It has been so long,

since I felt this,

light.

So long since I could shut,

my hyperactive brain,

off,

for a few hours at a time.

To sit, and talk,

just be together,

now,

for a day,

or a week,

or who knows,

accepting,

what has gone,

what pain,

what laughter,

have left behind,

on my person,

on my life,

painting and shinning up,

but, keeping the patina,

the cracks,

reinforcing the fault lines,

adding sturdy stairs,

but, not,

stopping the sun,

from showing,

the shadows,

the light bouncing,

to show,

the beauty of growth,

age,

love and life.

Be well you all.

Later girls,

BB

By Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my mid early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

2 comments

  1. This is beautiful, Caroline. You and she are both very lucky ! Or is it luck? No – I don’t think so. I think its what you have been walking towards, and your lady, too. Musings from an elderly lady ~

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