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[70/365] I refuse to give in to my blues
Mar. 11th, 2022 03:32 pmAs I left work yesterday, the people replacing the bathroom were working outside the front door (a bit of sawdust zoomed around my glasses to get in my eye), and I heard "...'cause I'm the king of wishful thinking" and smiled to realize that builders are still listening to the radio.
On my walk back, I was almost home when I heard another radio near some other builders working on a house; this time I heard "oh yeah, life goes on..." and my first thought -- well my first thought might have been wow, this kind of radio never changes does it but my second thought was of my dad, who changes one of the names in this song's title to make it match his and my mom's names. It's such a dad-joke thing and I love it so much and I miss my parents so much.
My third thought was I am not going to cry at a John Mellencamp song, goddammit.
And I didn't. But it's not usually such a close-run thing!
On my walk back, I was almost home when I heard another radio near some other builders working on a house; this time I heard "oh yeah, life goes on..." and my first thought -- well my first thought might have been wow, this kind of radio never changes does it but my second thought was of my dad, who changes one of the names in this song's title to make it match his and my mom's names. It's such a dad-joke thing and I love it so much and I miss my parents so much.
My third thought was I am not going to cry at a John Mellencamp song, goddammit.
And I didn't. But it's not usually such a close-run thing!