Listening to The Higsons

Late October is always a weird time for me. A tough time. Emotions run bleak; most things seem to be more trouble than they're worth. Maybe it's a genetic memory from nomadic ancestors, who knew that the time had come to seek warmer climes, and those who would stay behind weere going to die; maybe it's just a dark musing that this, THIS may be the year that the Snow Shoveling Angel adds me to the list. In any case, it's not pleasant, for me or people around me.

And when I wake up in the morning

To feel the daybreak on my face

There's a blood that's flowin'
Through the feeling, with a knife
To open up the sky's veins

Some things will never change
They stand there looking backwards
Half unconscious from the pain

They may seem rearranged
In the backwater swirling, there is
Something that will never change

Eventually, of course, it fades. The manic depressive cycle starts swinging back up, and by the holidays, I recognize that I haven't thought about joining the Merchant Marine for ... hours, even days.

And then there are days, years, that it suddenly swings the other way. Mundane events, everyday things, and suddenly it's just Autumn again, not the End Of The World.

And when I shoulda been gone a long time
Laughs and says, I find ways
Just when we're sheltered under paper
The rockets come at us sideways

Some things will never change
They stand there looking backwards
Half unconscious from the pain

They may seem rearranged
In the backwater swirling, there is
Something that'll never change

Today, it started while I was taking the Young Zombie to the doctor, and in between medical professionals, I got a phone call from the contractor on a project. We're waiting for the client to close on the construction loan, at which point we get paid, and the closing is imminent. except it seems the attorneys have decided they need to pad their billings, and found a minor loophole that is likely to become an emergency tomorrow morning at a meeting.

After all the trials and drama all year, all I could do was laugh. Not bitterly, but just an honest laugh at human comedy.

Hey, I'm blind
Good, fine
Roll the time
On whose dime

And when I wake up in the morning
To feel the daybreak on my face
There's a blood that's flowin'
Through the ceiling, with a knife
To open up the sky's veins

When we got home, I sat at the Powerbook to continue working on some marketing items, and checked in to some of the bloggerhood to see what was going on. Hey, some illness, some Zardoz, some things I don't understand. World turning. And as I was turning back to work, Pandora (on a CVB list) served up one of my favorite songs from the Meat Puppets, Backwater. From their major label near-success, Too High To Die.

Some things will never change
They stand there looking backwards
Half unconscious from the pain

They may seem rearranged
In the backwater swirling, there is
Something that'll never change

Some things will never change
They stand there looking backwards
Half unconscious from the pain

They may seem rearranged
In the backwater swirling, there is
Something that'll never change

And it was time to make some dinner, and the dog needed her back scritched, and it was just a night in November, and next week we'll be doing the holiday with my brothers, who have their own issues, and 2 billion years from now the entire planet will be an ice ball; so I made myself a drink, started dinner, and headed off to fish's to make a mess......