Idle Thoughts at 9:50 a.m. on a Wednesday

Wouldn’t it be nice if the pleasant moments of our lives passed as slowly as Mac system updates? For example, for the last hour or so, my update bar has been stuck on “about 15 minutes remaining.”

You glide into a warm bath.  Rather than cooling, the water remains at a constant soothing temperature, pleasure’s non-existent blue bar stuck, as it were, frozen in time, as you sing on key a melancholy air like “Danny Boy.”

. . .  And I will know, though soft you tread above me,

And all my grave will warmer sweeter be,

And you will bend and tell me that you love me

And I rest in peace until you come to me!”

Once, “Danny Boy’s” in its grave, so to speak, you launch into “The Streets of Laredo.”

“Go fetch me a cup, a cup of cold water.
To cool my parched lips”, the cowboy then said.
Before I returned, his spirit had departed,
And gone to the round up – the cowboy was dead.

We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly,
And bitterly wept as we bore him along.
For we loved our comrade, so brave, young and handsome,
We all loved our comrade, although he’d done wrong.
The water’s still warm, life affirming.
There’s time for another, “Jeanie With the Light brown Hair.”

I long for Jeanie with a day-dawn smile,
Radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile;
I hear her melodies, like joys gone by,
Sighing round my heart over the fond hopes that die:—
Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain,—
Wailing for the lost one that comes not again:
Oh, I long for Jeanie, and my heart bows low,
Never more to find her where the bright waters flow.[1]

OMG, as the young people say, as I typed the above, the bar inched forward to “10 minutes remaining.” 

At this rate, the update will be completed by Doomsday!

[1] My father rocked me to sleep while singing these songs, among others. It explains a lot. You can read more about that HERE.

Dreadful, Selfish Misdemeanors


Where the coyotes howl and the wind blows free

Johnny Cash, “Oh, Bury Me Not on the Lone Prairie”


Lots of cheating going on in country songs,

Lots of sinning,


Drinking — worse than drinking — honky-tonking.

Wrack, domestic rubble, crying babies, hysteria.


Lots of people breaking Jesus promises

In “them” songs — adultery galore, lonely rooms,


Like the one I’m sitting in now,

My own little lone prairie,


After cheating on the Times crossword puzzle

And laying hoodoo curses on a president.