Tuesday, July 20, 2010

That's What All the People Say

Ah, summer! Time for another dose of yin and yang, fantasy and reality, drama and comedy for...guess who?
Your humble narrator, that's who.

Another work day for yours truly, no better or worse than any other. The sun is shining is what appears to be a normal summer day which, this year in Oregon, is a rarity along the lines of Charlie Sheen entering a monastery. I'm wearing "approved" work attire-dark blue short sleeve polo shirt, tan khakis, bland beyond belief even with my shades on. However, it was apparently enough to prompt this comment from a lovely lady:

"Hey, you look like a movie star!"

Now I'm about as shallow as a puddle in a parking lot and insecure beyond belief since this remark boosted my ego enough to give me a lil' spring in my step the rest of the doo-dah day.


...on the way home from work, I stopped to fill my gas tank at a nearby Shell station. The attendant, a gap-toothed yahoo also of the female persuasion looked at my attire and surmised with a gummy grin:

"You must work for Wal-Mart!"

And PRESTO! I'm back on Planet Earf.

Or as Frank Sinatra once sang:

"That's life, that's what all the people say.
You're riding high in April,
Shot down in May
But I know I'm gonna change that tune,
When I'm back on top, back on top in June.

I said that's life, and as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks,
Stompin' on a dream
But I don't let it, let it get me down,
'Cause this fine ol' world it keeps spinning around

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king.
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing:
Each time I find myself, flat on my face,
I pick myself up and get back in the race.

That's life and I can't deny it
Many times I thought of cutting out
But my heart won't buy it
But if there's nothing shakin' come this here July
I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die
My, My"

("That's Life" written by Dean Kay and Kelly Gordon)

Well, that's a cheery little ditty, isn't it?
How about those last couple of lines? Did Frank really sign off on the premise that he would crawl up in a big ball and die if nothin' shook in July? Not exactly "if I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere", is it, FRAN-CIS?

Still, somehow, some way, I feel the same way here in the summer of 2010.

Today is July 20th.

Oh yeah, I definitely relate.

My, my.
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