Unbroken Dreams

The other day, I had an inclination to pull out my old This Foreign Land cd and listen to it.

That never happens.

Seriously, that never happens. 

I tend to avoid it because I can't stand the sound of my own voice, or worse, people thinking I like to listen to the sound of my own voice. 

And, there is so much sadness associated with that time of my life- broken dreams, broken hearts, broken friendships.  Oh, but that's college, I suppose.

But I wanted to hear it this week.  I thought Emerson might like it.  She likes things like that.
Of course, that's no excuse for my continuing to listen to it the next day, on my way to work with an empty car seat in my backseat. 

As the familiar tunes I had so painstakingly pinned burst on my memory from my car stereo, the short drive down Adams Street became a trip down memory lane.  I could anticipate each strum of the guitar, tap my fingers to every tap of the symbols, nod my head to each "bum-bum" the bass made.  Heavenly.  Like youth.  Like unbroken dreams.

I'll admit, there are regrets.  Regrets that have kept that cd hid away in my visor for nearly six years. 

But music draws me like lost love.  After all, it's given me more than any lover ever could.  No caress is so tender as that caress of the soul.  And it's true, I've often mistaken mutual passion for mutual affection.  Who can resist a music-man?  What girl doesn't swoon over a guitar player?  And two people who can sit for hours in intense focus on the same occupation, is it not love? 

But don't get any ideas.  I won't be calling up any of my former band member on this, or any other, melancholy day.  Not everything that has passed needs resurrected. 

Even so, it's good to remember every now and then.

the whole band 2007


Grad school.

It calls to me like destiny and it seems I'm bound to go.  I've already made up my mind where, what for, and how much I'm going to have to spend on this venture.

I had finally decided that this was thing to do.  Exactly what would suit me best at this season in my life.  I was all ready to jump in with both feet.

And then, the recruiter from my school of choice informed me of a little test called the GRE.  

Call me naive, but I'd never heard of it before.  Never knew such an exam could even exist.

So, as it turns out, before I can go to grad school, I have to sit for this exam...like the SATs....like I didn't already earn a bachelors degree....like I'm not about to spend $30,000 to go back to school.

So, Friend bought this for me last night:

Notice how Charles snuck into this picture?

I'll admit, digging into nearly 600 pages of preparatory reading for a standardized test that includes, of all things, math, is not really how I want to spend my free time over the next three months.

But, it seems my course is set if I plan to go back to school in the fall.