Spring

Word of the day: complement \KOM-pluh-muhnt\, noun:

1. Something that fills up or completes.
2. The quantity or number required to make up a whole or to make something complete.
3. One of two parts that complete a whole or mutually complete each other; a counterpart.

Last night was a perfect evening, at least weather-wise. I had some errands to do, so I rolled down the window and opened the back window of the truck and plugged in Melissa Etheridge. Loud. And drove. Because driving rocks.

And this song came on:

So you walked with me for a while
Bared your naked soul
And you told me of your plan
How you would never let them know
In the morning of the night
You cried a long lost child
And I tried on I tried to hold you
But you were young
And you were wild

But I, I will never be the same
Oh I, I will never be the same
Caught in your eyes
Lost in your name
I will never be the same

Secrets of your life
I never wanted for myself
But you guarded them like a lie
Placed up on the highest shelf
In the morning of the night
When I woke to find you gone
I knew your distant devil
Must be draggin' you along

But I, I will never be the same
Oh I, I will never be the same
Caught in your eyes
Lost in your name
I will never be the same

And you swore that you were bound for glory
And for wanting you had no shame
But I loved you
And then I lost you
And I will never be the same

But I, I will never be the same
Oh I, I will never be the same
Caught in your eyes
Lost in your name
I will never be the same

"I Will Never Be the Same"

FOLLOWED BY:

If I wanted to I could do anything right
I could dance with the devil on a Saturday night
If I wanted to I could turn matches to gold
I could smoke drink swear and I would never grow old
I wouldn't have to be in love with you
If I only wanted to
If I only wanted to

If I wanted to I could run fast as a train
Be as sharp as a needle that's twisting your brain
If I wanted to I could turn mountains to sand
Have political leaders in the palm of my hand
I wouldn't have to be in love with you
If I only wanted to
If I only wanted to

I could leave tonight
And I would be all right
Stop holding on
If I wanted to
If I only wanted to

If I wanted to I could be as patient as death
Fix this hole in my heart leaking into my flesh
If I wanted to I could turn sparks into ice
There'd never be another woman who could make you think twice
I wouldn't have to be in love with you
If I only wanted to
If I only wanted to

"If I Wanted To"
(both from Yes I Am)

These lyrics stuck in my head and steered me to the phone when I got home to make several calls to friends from whom I haven't heard much lately. Eventually, the lyrics also led me to have a strong glass of RC, which I haven't done in awhile. Neither action was completely satisfactory.

A high spot of my day was figuring out some subconscious stuff my brain has been chewing on, apparently more than I was aware. The high spot of the evening was, as is quite common for me, my bath, which I spent in complete sybaritic delight reading Entertainment Weekly and soaking until the water got cold.

But the absolute-best part of the day was the weather. I feel myself unclenching and stretching out like the hyacinths in my garden, reaching for sun, warmth and light. We slept with our bedroom windows open all night last night. A perfect night.

Quote(s) of the day:

"Not to be absolutely certain is, I think, one of the essential things in rationality." --Bertrand Russell