01.17.04 - 11:35 a.m.

I'm visiting my parents, and I was planning to take mom out for high tea for lunch-ish, but - of course - as soon as I get here they're out the door to the mall. So, eh, I don't need to spend any extra money right now. I'm spending enough as is, and spending more in my head. I saw an add for used new Beetles, and I was like: I want one! Then I looked up the black book price, and these are way overpriced. Meh. Maybe I should just get a new new Beetle. Except not: heh. I'll have enough bills if the inspection is okay.

I was so dismayed on Thursday, completely dismayed, for whatever reason. For the week before that, I was praying everying would be fine because I could not imagine finding another house I like as well as this one. But then, on Thursday night, I was practically hoping that the house might slip off the hill overnight so I could find another one. This is understandable, and today I'm back to some semblance of equilibrium. It'll be okay. Or, it won't. Either way is okay. If it's okay, or if the owner is willing to fix the things that are wrong (like the bowed out porch foundation), then I'll move in soon and be happy. If not, I think I'll skip buying a house, buy a brand new mini Cooper or Beetle or something, and get a new apartment. Maybe a townhouse, out in B-ville (except I disapprove of suburbs, so that's not a good solution. Maybe across the river? Except they don't have a floodwall. Anyway.)

So, they've gone to the mall, I'm here, washing clothes and cleaning the kitchen and cooking. There's not much else I can do, though I sort of wish I could donate a kidney or a lung. That would be a noble sacrifice and I would like to make a noble sacrifice, something that involves recovery time and pampering. Woo! heh, well, no. No major surgery, but.

Meh.

I found my Townes Van Zandt tribute CD in my dad's CD rack, though, along with my Crazy Jane CD and something else I don't even remember. Oceania? I put the Townes Van Zandt CD, and I'd forgotten how much I love these songs. I love them so much that I find it impossible to pick out a favorite. Each song becomes my favorite as it plays. So, that's three new CDs (well, practically) in three days: Chanticleer from Stephanie (that almost made me cry), the Nissman CD I got at the concert last night, and the CD I found here this morning.

Here's the first song from the Townes Van Zandt CD, To Live's to Fly:

Won't say I love you babe
Won't say I need you babe
But, I'm gonna get you babe
And I will not do you wrong
Livin's mostly wastin' time
I waste my share of mine
But it never feels too good
So let's don't take too long
You're soft as glass
And I'm a gentle man
We got the sky to talk about
And the world to lie upon.

Days up and down they come
Like rain on a conga drum
Forget most, remember some
But don't turn none away
Everything is not enough
Nothin' is to much to bear
Where you been is good and gone
All you keep is the gettin' there
To live is to fly
Low and high
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes

It's goodbye to all my friends
It's time to go again
Think on all the poetry
And the pickin' down the line
I'll miss the system here
The bottom's low and the treble's clear
But it don't pay to think to much
On things you leave behind
I may be gone
But it won't be long
I will be a-bringin' back the melody
And the rhythm that I find

We all got holes to fill
Them holes are all that's real
Some fall on you like a storm
Sometimes you dig your own
But choice is yours to make
And time is yours to take
Some dive into the sea
Some toil upon the stone
To live is to fly
Low and high,
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the tears out of your eyes