As I closed the door behind me, and walked down the moist steps of the library into the drizzling night, I felt a weariness in me, so heavy that the 3 books in my hands felt like they weighed 100 pounds.
It was 10pm on a Friday night, and I was the last of the people to leave the library, and walked among the diligent or the lonely to the last of the buses that are leaving the library. It was drizzling, and I felt alone and tired.
Yet, in the bus, there sat those other people, many of whom wearing medical uniforms. The radio in the bus was tuned to this channel that plays old songs. It was playing “Mrs. Robinson.” Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio. A nation turns its lonely eyes to you…
As the bus rolled along the curb, the radio played “Since I fell for you.” When you just give love, and never get loved, you better let love depart…..
The bus dropped off the passengers, one by one. On this Friday night, we might ask ourselves why we were sitting with each other on this lonely bus. But at this point, our bodies were too tired to allow any other thoughts, but thoughts of home. In the end, I was the only passenger on the bus.
The bus approached the corner of 55th and South Hyde Park (my corner), and stopped at the corner just as the traffic light turned red. As I stepped off the bus, I turned to the bus driver.
What radio channel is this?
You like it, do ya? (He smiled broadly, with a little surprise in his tone) I think it’s 93.7
Yes, I do. Thank you. (I returned a smile as broad, but tired)
I stepped off the bus into the drizzling rain; my eyebrows locked from the droplets of water. The traffic light turned green. Just as the bus was beginning to resume along the road and we parting in our ways, the bus driver sounded the bus honk — I looked up at his dark face through the window; he gave me a salute and a broad smile– and I, in repartee, gave him a wave and broad smile.
And then I strode off into the quietness of the Friday night. But now, with this little brush of repartee, I trotted home with a little lightness, and marveled at how an awful day even at the end of it could still be turned around by a little smile. That honk and salute just made the moon glowed a little brighter on this dim night.
Filed under: Music
In the CD version of Cruella Deville, the left hand is totally the basic 12-bars blues.
Yet, see what the following person has done to the song! SICK!
One of my all time favorite Disney tunes (next to Peter Pan’s “We can Fly” and Cinderella’s “So this is Love”), is Jungle Book’s The Bare Necessities of Life.
The lyrics give good guidelines for life too!
(I chose to post the following video rather than the jazz piano one because I am doing the steps too)
Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
Old Mother Nature’s recipes
That brings the bare necessities of life
Wherever I wander, wherever I roam
I couldn’t be fonder of my big home
The bees are buzzin’ in the tree
To make some honey just for me
When you look under the rocks and plants
And take a glance at the fancy ants
Then maybe try a few
The bare necessities of life will come to you
They’ll come to you!
Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
That’s why a bear can rest at ease
With just the bare necessities of life
Now when you pick a pawpaw
Or a prickly pear
And you prick a raw paw
Next time beware
Don’t pick the prickly pear by the paw
When you pick a pear
Try to use the claw
But you don’t need to use the claw
When you pick a pear of the big pawpaw
Have I given you a clue ?
The bare necessities of life will come to you
They’ll come to you!
So just try and relax, yeah cool it
Fall apart in my backyard
‘Cause let me tell you something little britches
If you act like that bee acts, uh uh
You’re working too hard
And don’t spend your time lookin’ around
For something you want that can’t be found
When you find out you can live without it
And go along not thinkin’ about it
I’ll tell you something true
The bare necessities of life will come to you
Filed under: Lifestyle
So I finally saw what is my problem: I am burned out. What allowed me to connect the dots are the hundreds little symptoms that perhaps only I myself know most clearly, and the brief conversation with my informal mentor a couple days ago.
This article summarizes what has been in my mind, and it foreshadows a decision which I think I will be making shortly (I figured that out last week….)
Filed under: Random
A Sunday afternoon, characterized by intermittent thunderstorms and rain showers, in a cafe, staring with a rare, intense focus at my computer screen. A cup of intelligentsia cafe next to my laptop.
I sat next to the tall glass window. Sometimes I would gaze at people passing by.
As my focus then returned to my screen, I would pick up my coffee with my right hand, and would be ready to take a sip.
At this time, my eyes were still on the screen, until I saw some movement on my right hand side with the corner of my eyes.
A large spider — with busily moving legs — was about 7 inches hanging right above my coffee, which was at the moment being held midair by my right hand. (One can imagine how close I was to swallowing a spider)
I promptly let out an unreserved scream.
And then fell out of my chair.
“Hey babe, what’s wrong?” Asked the woman cashier of the cafe (she always call me BABE).
I pointed to the culprit of this fiasco.
The Math PhD, who likes to talk, and whom I have observed in the last month in this very cafe, and who was chatting to the cashier at this moment, said, “I can take care of that.”
With one handful of tissue, he grabbed the spider and tossed it into the trash can, behind me.
“I like spider,” he said.
(To be continued…)
Filed under: Lifestyle
This picture brings me a lot of joy. In a sense, it is the culmination of the good stuff that age brings — being better at things which you weren’t good at!
(I had always wanted a sailing picture…but usually things would be too hectic on the boat to have the time for picture taking…)
Filed under: Lifestyle
The following comment in the NYC blog struck me:
OK, let’s get real. Happiness like love is a decision. As we arise in the morning we can decide to be happy this day or be miserable. Choose happiness and look for the good in your day. The beauty all around you, the love of a friend or lover, go buy a puppy and do a good deed. Call an acquaintance you haven’t heard from in a long time. Forget yourself and reach out to others. Yes, there can be euphoric moments, but eveyday happiness is available to anyone who simply decides to be happy.
— gep
Filed under: Music
In no particular order:
1. 夜来香
2. Misty
3. So this is love
4. 不了情
5. Makin’ Whoopee
6. Unforgettable
7. Tea for Two
8. Smoke gets in your eyes
9. Ain’t Misbehaving
10. Moonriver
11. Somewhere over the rainbow
12. Bare Necessities of Life
And oh YEAH, definitely the goodies Christmas songs:
Winter wonderland,
Have yourself a merry little christmas
(will update continuously)
Is it me, or this summer feels conspicuously like fall? I am already thinking about Christmas!
Filed under: Lifestyle
It is a solace to know that with age you can do things better than when you were young. And these things were not things that you ever had indicated a talent for doing. The adage of “practice makes perfect” is so abundantly used that by it does sound like a cliche. Can you derive motivation to continue to do something that you are not good at from the faith that you will improve in the long run?
The answer, from my summer of windsurfing and sailing, is yes.
I was bad at windsurfing and sailing at first. Heck, I even failed my first sailing test. But I enjoyed playing both sports so much: the thrill as the wind carries me, the therapeutic undulations of the waves. So I go for it, despite all the wounds and disasters. When you like something very much, even if you take some hiatus in between frustrated attempts you ultimately find yourself going back at it again and again.
And then one day, after accumulating other knowledge of life during the elapsed period, I discovered that I can do them better. This promptly restores my faith in the possibility of personal improvement in things which you were not good at.
This is the great thing about aging — even as our bodies succumb to forces of nature, our minds get better. The most important thing is to do what you enjoy, so you will enjoy the process of practicing. And someday, you MIGHT just get good.
So I tell myself now.
