mad in pursuit journal



Yesterday was Jim's birthday, so we decided to hang out together. Jumped in the car for a slow ride along Lake Ontario, through apple orchard country, up to Oswego. Nothing much in Oswego -- just lunch at an old time diner (french fry deliciousness rating: only a B). Meandered back to Rochester, stopping at the store to pick up a rotisserie chicken, cooked veggies, ice cream and cake. Had our little party catching up on Sunday's episode of "John Adams" (HBO).

Today it's raining. A good day to catch up with myself. I usually come home from trips full of energy and launching myself into a project. This time I'm sort of moon-y. The Barrett family gathering is sticking with me. I think my little speech required that I get myself to some deep emotional place that I can't get out of OR think I should not get out of OR don't want to get out of.

I'm wearing my grandfather Tom Barrett's Knights of Columbus ring and I think it's haunted. Every time I put it on I hear Neil Diamond singing "Heartlight" and I think it's my unmet grandfather telling me something:

Turn on your heartlight
Let it shine wherever you go
Let it make a happy glow
For all the world to see
Turn on your heartlight
In the middle of a young boy's dream
Don't wake me up too soon
Gonna take a ride across the moon
You and me.

And then I get all teary-eyed. What's up with THAT? Maybe I'm just the victim of an invasive case of airport Muzak. But who knows.


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