Wade in the Fire

Chemo #38 is done.

All went smoothly and I was out of there by 3:45.

Not looking forward to walking into disorganization needing to be organized tomorrow at all.

My new cubicle will be completely reversed. Everything that was on the right will now be on the left, and vice versa.

Like I'm not already confused and discombobulated enough.

Stumbling toward the storm.

Jeff Buckley is one of my favorite artists. I don't share a lot of his song here because most of them can be a bit melancholy and wailing at times, and even I have to be in the right (or wrong) kind of mood to get into them.

In the song below (Grace), I could never tell if he was saying 'wade in the fire', or 'wait in the fire'. Every source I found said "wait", but I always thought my version was better and made more sense.

There other songs of his that I like better.

"Don't fool yourself. She was heartache from the moment that you met her." - from Forget Her

One of my favorite lyrics. We've all known someone like that, most of us have been someone like that. I know I have both known and been that heartache.

"It makes me see what I want to see and be what I want to be. When I think more than I want to think, I do things I never should do. I drink much more than I ought to drink, because it brings me back you..." - from Lilac Wine

'Lover, You Should Have Come Over' is probably on my top 5 all-time favorite songs list. It touches me every time I hear it, no matter how many times I have heard it (a lot).

"It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever." - from Lover...

But still, I love these lyrics as well:

There's the moon asking to stay
Long enough for the clouds to fly me away
Well it's my time coming, I'm not afraid to die

My fading voice sings of love, but she cries to the clicking of time,
Oh, time. Wait in the fire...
And she weeps on my arm

Walking to the bright lights in sorrow
Oh drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrow

Oh my love...
And the rain is falling and I believe my time has come
It reminds me of the pain I might leave behind...
Wait in the fire

And I feel them drown my name
So easy to know and forget with this kiss
I'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow...   

Grace ~ Jeff Buckley

(see??? sad. and what makes it kinda spooky is that jeff drowned
in the mississippi river in 1997 when he was 30.
doesn't he totally look like someone i would have dated?)

that's a pumpkin, not a butt

note: the poor quality and freakiness of all photos in this post are just further proof of my lacking photography skills. some were taken with my cell, some with my camera.