I’m grateful for an excellent day yesterday. I’m grateful for a gorgeous, sunny morning and coffee on the balcony. I’m grateful for all of the new, old records I found yesterday. I’m grateful to be able to let things be. I’m grateful for the silences in between. I’m grateful to be sober today.
“Honestly, I sometimes wished I knew.”
I was on the subway yesterday and saw this and it has stuck with me ever since. Except I’m not exactly sure what it means or why I’m thinking about it so much. I don’t know if it’s a reflection on something that happened or a desire to know what’s coming. Or maybe, just a, “wow, I sure hope I’m headed in the right direction” type of thing. I’d be happy to hear your thoughts:
Banner day here yesterday in all respects: Potential cryptic message from the universe, a trove of high quality classical LP’s at one of my spots,1 and a jaunt through the Farmer’s Market. My day looked something like this:
Saturdays have always my favorite. On Saturday mornings, when I’d finished delivering the Des Moines Register, I’d head over to the “District Manager’s” house and I paid my bill. I was an independent contractor for the Des Moines Register and bought my 37 daily newspapers (61 on Sunday) at the wholesale rate every week. I’d collect from my customers2 during the week, pay my Register bill on Saturday morning at 6:30 am when I finished my route and then I. Got. Paid. This meant a trip to Lausen's, the corner grocery store, to buy a shit-ton of candy and then watching the Saturday morning cartoons.
I liked Bugs Bunny and Foghorn Leghorn and Yosemite Sam and the weird martian guy, but I loved Wile. E. Coyote.3 Frankly, I consider him my spirit animal and have threatened at various times to get a tattoo something like this4:
You know me, I could probably spin out 1,500 words on the special meaning of Wile. E. Coyote in recovery. I think I’ll just leave it at this—when I look at that picture or watch a Roadrunnner cartoon5, it does a pretty good reminding me of what happened every time this smart guy had a great idea and was calling all of the shots. Actually, if you look at his expression, it’s that delicious moment right before the mayhem and chaos; the moment when you think that this time you’re actually going to pull this off. Hahaha.6
Metaphorically and in actuality, I feel like I’ve seen the light at the end of the tunnel and this time, I’m pretty sure it’s not a train coming the other way.
Thanks for Letting Me Share
Saturdays are when they put out the new stock and I’m not going to tell you where this is because it’s already crowded enough. Sorry.
Considering that I was an 11 year-old delivering your newspaper at 5:30am in the Iowa cold every morning and then coming back to your house on Tuesday or Wednesday night to collect, well, I guess I would have thought more people might have been inclined to include a gratuity. People literally made me make change—with coins….Come on, it was like 1974, but you didn’t have an extra 50 cents for a pretty hard-working Sixth Grader?
Sorry, just found Daffy Duck too over the top.
I currently have no tattoos and frankly, isn’t someone like me with a podcast a little close to the ‘cliche line already?
Yes, I still watch them. How often is maybe a little personal.
It’s funny until someone loses an eye or has people that love them.