Bathroom on the Right

“…Don’t go around tonight
Well, it’s bound to take your life
There’s a bathroom on the right…”

~Commonly misheard Credence Clearwater Revival lyrics

I don't know if this is really a bad moon, but it looks pretty mad.
I don’t know if this is really a bad moon, but it looks pretty mad.

The last couple of days have had some rough edges.

  • My wife Abby’s arthritis is being pushed to the limit by some very odd weather changes. She’s really suffering, and there’s little I can do to help or comfort her.

    An emergency medical technician checks a dog for vitals. The dog didn't make it.
    An emergency medical technician checks a dog for vitals. The dog didn’t make it.
  • Last week at a house fire, fire rescue removed a dog that died from smoke inhalation. I felt bad for everyone in every way.
  • Yesterday, a long-ago girlfriend called. We’ve stayed lightly in touch for some years, but I seldom hear from her, so it was almost completely unexpected to see her name on the caller ID. I say “almost” because she texted all of her contacts that she was having invasive surgery associated with cancer, so when I saw the ID, for a second I thought she might have died. Her voice was thin and her speech was deeply slurred; obviously she was heavily medicated. She told me she loved me, but was unable to communicate anything else very clearly. I don’t know – maybe she was saying goodbye.
  • This morning I came into the office to find that a normally lit desk was dark. Within an hour I discovered that someone I knew and liked had been abruptly terminated, though no one who could talk to me knew exactly why.
  • After working the morning half of my split shift today, I went to Walgreens to get a few things for Abby. While in the back of the store, I heard a toddler pitching a fit. By the time I got to the check out line, the toddler was a little calmer, but it was clear that his mother was struggling. When another woman mentioned something like “we’ve all been there” about the child, the mother burst into tears and told us that the father had left them. Two women went to hug and comfort her, and that seemed right.

If there are bright spots on this dark day, one would be that my vegan diet is going great. I have tripled my intake of broccoli and red cabbage while reducing my overall caloric intake. And I just got a call from a coworker who is in Texas and found Tofurky on sale and offered to pick up a couple for me.

Another good thing is that I was shuffling through my iPod playlist in my car the other day and stopped on Mat Kearney. I know you have all been in the same place with music – it sounds okay when you first try it, then later when the mood strikes, you really like it. This week was one of those times for Kearney. I listened to the whole playlist, and liked everything better than I did before. One song stuck out as not only particularly apt for the mood of the week, but as just really great. Sooner or Later

We’re all standing with our backs against the wall
Sooner or later
Waiting on a phone that never calls, at all
Heartbreak comes, rolling in like a storm
Sooner or later
Trying to swim but you’re sinking like a stone, alone

And I can feel fire in the night waiting here
Baby it’s like we’re walking on a wire through the fear
Take my hand, we’ll get there

In a sort of comic irony, while I am eating vegan, Abby has craved bacon and eggs, which I happily make her. She likes her bacon just one setting above "still oinking."
In a sort of comic irony, while I am eating vegan, Abby has craved bacon and eggs, which I happily make her. She likes her bacon just one setting above “still oinking.”

Sooner or later, I swear we’re gonna make it, we’re gonna make it,
Sooner or later, I swear we’re gonna make it, we’re gonna make it
Milk and honey ’til we get our fillI’ll keep chasing it, I always will
Sooner or later, I swearWe’ll make it thereSooner than later
Sooner or laterSooner than laterSooner or later

We’re all waiting on a dream that’s hard to own, sooner or later
Trying to feel the high without the low, you know
But you can feel fire in the night lying here
Baby it’s like we’re walking on a wire through the fear
Take my hand, we’ll get there

Sooner or later, I swear we’re gonna make it, we’re gonna make it,
Sooner or later, I swear we’re gonna make it, we’re gonna make it
Milk and honey ’til we get our fillI’ll keep chasing it, I always will
Sooner or later, I swearWe’ll make it there
Sooner than later, sooner or later

The fear inside, the hills we’ve climbed
The tears this side of heaven, 
All these dreams inside of me
I swear we’re gonna get there

Sooner or later, we’re gonna make it

Sooner or later, I swear we’re gonna make it, we’re gonna make it,
Sooner or later, I swear we’re gonna make it, we’re gonna make it
Milk and honey ’til we get our fillI’ll keep chasing it, I always will
Sooner or later, I swearWe’ll make it thereSooner than later

The fear inside, the hills we’ve climbed
The tears this side of heaven, 
All these dreams inside of me
I swear we’re gonna get there

Despite the bad moon, I am optimistic.

Our downtown Subway store recently re-added veggie burger patties to the menu; with tons of spinach, green pepper, tomatoes, and cucumbers on whole wheat, this thing is a vegan's dream, and very nutritious.
Our downtown Subway store recently re-added veggie burger patties to the menu; with tons of spinach, green pepper, tomatoes, and cucumbers on whole wheat, this thing is a vegan’s dream, and very nutritious.
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9 Comments

  1. My first reaction is that it is the month of September, and traditionally, September is a rough, violent, unpredictable, strangely unpleasant time. Big upheavals typically occur in the ninth month, or at least, that is how it seems to me. So it’s not surprising, really, that you’re experiencing whole strings of inexplicably (or perhaps in some cases explicably) odd or even depressing events. When they hit all it once, it can be hard. Best thing is to focus on the silver linings, though believe me I understand that is easier said than done. I am especially hopeful that your wife finds some relief. Given my unexpectedly deep and very real feelings for Christa, I can empathize with your desire to at least give some comfort, and the disappointment that that comfort is hard to come by. Oh, and photographing dead dogs? Yes, that would ruin my day and make me want to curl up underneath the bed and not come out. As to the firing of your coworker, it reminds to never, ever underestimate the wantonness of most publishers and GMs. Hope things get better.

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  2. That dog looks just like — just like — Dauphine. I have chills, despite the undercurrent of yearning for that exact sandwich. Oh, and Tracey likes his bacon the exact opposite of how Abby likes it (thus, I am the bacon master in our home).

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  3. I’m “meh” on that particular song, but these days I’m all about finding uplifting, inspirational tunes. Tracey’s carved himself a bit of a niche in the church community through his “Christian Karaoke” setup. A church events, he rigs up YouTube, his giant monitor, a couple of mics, and his amp, and we play (and sing — even me!) tunes to get the crowd in the right frame of mind. It’s possibly the most fun thing I’ve ever done. Anyway, if you can think of some songs, we’re all ears, since we like to change it up. Just now I came up with Stevie Wonder’s “Uptight”.

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  4. You either didn’t listen to the song, didn’t pay attention when you did, didn’t read the lyrics, or some combination of the three, because this is the most uplifting song I’ve heard in months. That’s what I like most about it.

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  5. “I know you have all been in the same place with music – it sounds okay when you first try it, then later when the mood strikes, you really like it…”

    I think that’s what happened here for me, with this song. And yes, I know what you mean; there have been many songs that had the “meh” effect the first few times, but then someday later were *awesome* for me. (And other songs sound awesome the first listening, but don’t stand the test of time.)

    “It’s none of those; it’s because I have no taste.”

    *Different* taste, maybe. For example, my favorite song of all time is Snoopy Vs. The Red Baron by the Royal Guardsmen. I don’t admit that means I have poor/no taste. :-)

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  6. As for the tough stuff piling up, it seems to do that, doesn’t it? At least for me. In hindsight, I’m always thankful that the downer parts of life seem to clump together, though it seems tougher at the time. I’d rather have five or 10 depressing incidents in one day, instead of spread out over 10 or 20 days.

    Each of the incidents is sadly familiar to me, though not for a few years…

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  7. You were solace on days that it all stacked up. Your amazing comfort, the fall of non judging gaze. The unconditional love I knew you extended me and I extend back today. I love you and Abby. Just be Richard it is helping, promise!

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