kaffy_r (kaffy_r) wrote,

Dept. of Miscellany

Things, things, things.

First - I was coming home on the Red Line last night, after a union meeting. The car was fairly full, and I sat across the aisle from a lady, probably in her 30s, who was sitting quietly, with her dog in her lap. It was one of those Boston bull dog breeds, looking vaguely anxious at all the kerfuffle around it. I leaned over and let her lick me, which pleased her human and excited her. Unfortunately, it excited her a bit too much, because she then twisted around in her human's lap and licked the cheek of the lady sitting next to them, a younger woman who had gotten on the train when I did. I'd noticed her before, because she sort of looked universityish and nervous. 

Well, the lick obviously surprised her, and it became clear within split-seconds that it must have badly frightened her, because she leapt up and yelled at the top of her voice (I'm recalling as best I can) "Jesus! Your dog - I'm allergic, you're not supposed to bring dogs - that's so rude! Fuck you!" before stalking down to some other seat in the car.

Now, a) it was obvious that she'd been shocked, appeared to be badly frightened, and was, technically, right; you're not really supposed to bring your pets onto the CTA. Still, the overreaction was a bit much, and the obvious risibility of someone accusing someone else of being rude before telling them, at top volume, to fuck off ... well .... So I stood up, told her to have a nice day (which she probably didn't hear, since she was moving fast, and I said it to her back) and moved over to talk to the poor, embarrassed dog owner. That's when I learned that the dog's name was Nora. I have no idea why her human had to bring her on the train, but I figured she needed someone to smile at her. She got off a couple of stops later and I was left to feel vaguely guilty for taking her side and not the side of the other woman. 

Next - I truly loved "The Woman Who Fell to Earth" and want to talk about the kindness I saw in Thirteen, but  right now is not the time for me to do that.

Third - I realized that I've never liked the phrase "I'll love you 'til I die." I've always preferred "I'll love you forever." I don't know whether there's something beyond this life, but there may be, and the people I love, I fully expect I'd love beyond the gates of death. And if there's nothing beyond those gates, then I will still have loved them forever. 

Finally, I've been watching this version of Peter Gabriel's "Solsbury Hill" repeatedly over the last few days.

I know part of what I love about it are the opening moments, when David Rhodes is high--stepping his way into the first few bars, and then seeing Tony Levin, all 9 foot 10 of him, clapping and grinning, and then the way they dance with Gabriel. I know they've done the same thing, night after night, year after year. but I think the three of them love it, each and every time they do it. And you folks already know how much I love the song.

Sometime I should talk about how much "he's come to take me home" resonates with me. There are a couple of other songs with that feeling in them, and I am drawn to them as well, although not nearly so much as I am to "Solsbury Hill." It has to do with when I was very young and living away from my mother in a house of strangers, but that's not the point here. Actually, I'm not quite sure what the point is, except that I know I start listening to certain pieces of music repeatedly when I'm under a lot of stress. It's a fairly harmless way of self-medicating, I think, but I have to be careful when I reach this point. Still, the song is beautiful, and this version of it is beautiful.

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Tags: life in the circus, meanderings

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