Thursday, August 22, 2013

His Singing Makes Me Smile ...

So I skipped out on posting yesterday. I started writing about three times ... each attempt lamer than the last. The first delay came when I started feeling a little queasy and I decided to close my laptop and lay my head down for a bit.  I watched a little Breaking Bad ... then got up and started again ... only to have to stop everything to deal with a friend's imaginary drama.  Awhile later, I picked up the laptop to try one more time ... and I was just too nauseous.  I gave up ... and decided to call it a night.

But this ... this was what was on my mind last night ...

Music is such a part of my life ... the past, the present, and the future.  I've written before about all the good memories I have of singing in the car with my best friend.   I remember my apartment on Glenwood ... singing Shameless in my shower at the top of my lungs.  I used to sing all the time here around the house ... making up silly songs when I was making the bed or cleaning out the dish washer.

The other night, we were heading home from a movie ... and Stoney was driving and just singing along to whatever song was playing.  I was playing with his hair ... and it was just this ... this peaceful moment.  This moment of ... happiness.

I really don't want to be one of those people who are gooey and stupid about their loved one ... we have more than enough of that nonsense dealing with our recently-single friend.   But sometimes I want to take Stoney's face in my hands and say, "Do you know how happy you make me?"  Because I don't say it very often ... probably not enough ... but he really does.

It ain't a pretty sight to see the way it leaves 'em
It chews them up and spits out creatures with those
Gooey gooey eyes
Sickly sickly smiles
It just isn't right

Sparks - Eaten  By the Monster Of Love

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