A digital commonplace for a Regular Guy called Charlie Pharis
Ah, September! And the beginning of fall—at least in meteorological terms. Thanks, JoAnne Feldman!
Once again, “fall” just doesn’t have the same elegance as “autumn,” which is still three weeks away. I’ve said it before: “Fall” is a very pedestrian word, denoting a school term or a baseball series. “Autumn,” on the other hand, is full of magic and beauty, an enchanted word for an enchanted season.
Give me autumn, and may it last until spring!
Predawn jaunt, Night mode, iPhone 12 mini.
Moon over Cherokee. #iPhone #NoFilter #ALittleCrop
Where have you been? All two of you…where have you been?
I don’t remember when or where I discovered Lullatone. All I know is I really dig the sound. It’s perfect for reading, studying, thinking, even snoozing at my desk. It has a very “commercial-ly” vibe (not “commercial” as in sellout, popular, or whatever)…more like the background music for a TV commercial.
It also has a very childlike feel, one of wonder and whimsy. It’s exactly what this old coot needs on a course to try and rediscover some creativity.
Always getting ready, never going.
Always preparing, never doing.
Always planning, never accomplishing.
Always mise en place, never cooking.
Always wanting, never having.
Always looking, never finding.
Cold, always cold so I put on the sweatshirt.
Sometimes the classic gray, others the navy blue.
New, as they were, since I was just reminded of their classic look.
Perfect for knocking about, puttering as it were around the house.
Yet, classic and kind of hip and cool,
At least for this old coot, classically unhip and uncool as could be.
Is there a sweatshirt for the soul, for the heart?
I want to sit and think and write and read and drink coffee and hide from the world. I want to be in the world among people with no fear or concern for a virus or such.
I want to laugh and I want to weep.
I want to fix the things that are wrong with my house and I want a new house.
I want to wake up from this funk and I want to sleep. I want to smile and I want to grimace.
I want to say I told you so and I want to hope for better things. I want to be right.
I want to be acknowledged. I want to make a contribution.
I want to shout and I want to pray. I want to sing and I want to mourn.
My own Ecclesiastes moment is here. Now. And vanity of vanities, all is vanity. Empty. Nothing. Chasing after the wind. A time to and a time to not.
Sound and fury, signifying nothing.
