Saturday 26 July 2008

deedle dee dee

There are so many posts, so many stories to tell and situations I want to talk about....
but I can't get this damned SONG out of my head, and everytime I think, it goes something like this:



My parent's house is full of grace. Sunshine falls in streams through the high, narrow windows, touching all the treasures they've found through their lives, all the bits of history they've gathered in estate sales and out-of-the-way antique shops.....Little ditty, 'bout Jack and Diaaaane...

*sigh* Okay, let's start over.


Going through customs got tiring. I went through (combined Canadian and American) a total of five times, each time a bit more spookier than the last. The coup de grace was at JFK airport, when I was suddenly denied entrance to my flight because my passport picture is eight years old and the document only has my maiden name on it. (Unlike everything else in the world, which has been changed to maiden-married.) I suppose I should have thought that New York's security would be the touchiest. Anyway, I......two Amuurican kids growin' up, (unh!) in da heart LAHND. Jackie gonna be A foot-bahll STAHR, Diane sittin' on the backseat, of Jackie's cahr.

*deep breath*

Damn, hell, and blast. I never liked that song to begin with. Why, oh why, is it haunting me now?? Okay, and I'm at work. So that does tend to slow down the posting. But tonight is sloooow.

I said OH YEAH, life gooooes onnnnn....


Ahem. And I'm watching the purple fingers of late sunset deepen and turn into navies and blues and sift down into velvet blacks, throwing the little garden into night....

It's pretty. But hard to get all zen-like with John Cougar continuously belting out something about Diane's baby in the back of my head.

Really hard.

6 comments:

Bronwyn said...

Thanks a lot. Now it's in MY head.

Stomper Girl said...

Yeah, good on you. Mine too.

OvaGirl said...

Mine too! Sorry about the scary passport experience. I hate those situations I always feel immediately guilty as if I've done something hidiously wrong...(had a very bad experience in highschool with a bullying bus driver and my bus pass)

Woman in a Window said...

GA! Trouble at the airport. Who would have thunk it? I bet Jack would have been wise to it, if you'd just have asked.

Sarah Louise said...

Nope, you can't put that song in my head, I still have Turn Turn Turn in my head from Lemon Life (what, is everyone song obsessed today?). Sorry I haven't been here in AGES.

I, the girl who was on a plane at 10 mos. old, doesn't even have a valid passport. I remember when I first went to Toronto (well, my only visit, but I hope to return...) and I had spent the night out near the airport and EVERYTHING, only to find out that my expired passport, useful for crossing the border a mere two months prior was now useless, due to a 9/11 law. I needed my birth certificate. Which I had JUST cleaned out of my wallet.

I paid a cabbie a hundred bucks and said, can you get me to [my address] and make it snappy? I made my flight, I have great memories of Toronto, oh, except for trying to buy something at the Hockey Hall of Fame and I couldn't because I was broke, because you know, my expired passport...yeesh.

Good times. Good times.

I seriously should get a passport...one of these days.

And I seriously need to write over at my own blog. (Comment hog that I just became...)

Anonymous said...

Ohhhh, not good.

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