I am sure you’ve heard this from me before but at times I’d like to write something just “awesome” and “epic” – two words that are quickly being overused in the bloggsphere – but I’ve got nothing really in my brain today. Still, I figure I can fill 500 words with something. So here I go:
Since I completed my radiation treatments I am slowly recovering. The hemorrhoids have cleared up and my bowels are getting back to normal. It still get to visit the restroom a lot but it is getting better. On the fatigue front, life is slowly getting back to my normal energy state. This last weekend I was able to attend the men’s group at my church and regular services but had to pass on a potluck lunch. I’ve been forcing myself to be more physically active and managed to get a couple of hours yesterday and today in the workshop.
This coming week I plan to continue my physical recovery by restarting my three times a week walking on the tread mill. Hoping to get up to 30 minutes each session. And something that I can’t put off much longer – I’ve got to spend a few evenings this week on the yearly taxes. Joy.
Not hard to to get words down. Making them inspiring is something different.
I’ve been continuing my reflection on past influences. Last week we learned that Davy Jones of the 60’s band, The Monkees, died. I remember watching that show when I was a kid. At six and seven years old I loved their slapstick and chase routines. I also recalled how much I really liked some of their songs, especially, “Daydream Believer,” “Last Train to Clarksville,” and “I am a Believer.”
I can’t say whether I am just attracted to that kind of music or if listening to those songs at that age gave me a taste for that style of music. Still I remembered enough that I’ve added the songs to my list of intertexts. Sorry but if you want to know more about me you’ll need to download the Monkees and listen to their music.
Perhaps the biggest influence of the song “Daydream Believer” is that it is about dreams and believing in dreams. And it asks a question it doesn’t answer in the refrain:
Cheer up, sleepy Jean, Oh, what can it mean,
To a daydream believer,
And a homecoming queen?
For most of my life I’ve been quite content to ask questions I can’t answer. I love a good question. I love thinking of questions – good questions, deep questions and even whimsical ones. After all wasn’t it Doctor Who who asked, “Why does a mouse when it spins?”
Answers aren’t a strong point for me. I like answers that you can look up in the back of a text book but I don’t really like coming up with answers on my own.
Everybody sing, “Oh, what can it mean” da da da “and a homecoming queen?”
I’ll admit that when I read about Davy Jones dying I looked up the songs on Youtube and listened to them, over and over. Perhaps it is a symptom of my current mental state but I spent about 20 minutes pushing and re-pushing the play button on “Day Dream Believer.” Now I am thinking of seeing if they have them on iTunes.
Well, maybe not. Why replay it so much?
Don’t have a good answer but in part it was, comforting. It brought back fond memories of Saturday mornings in front of the TV laughing and singing along (yes I did sing along). It bought back memories of an innocent time – a time when cancer didn’t exist and the biggest fear was that no one wanted to play.
And there is the music – simply lyrics, easy melody and tune I could remember.
Perhaps “simple” sums it up best or more precisely, the need for simplicity. My world lately has been very complicated – work, health, taxes all add a layer of complexity that I’d rather not have. To remember simplicity and innocence – the times when play and running in the sun where the only concerns of my life.
And perhaps there is a sense of loss too – another memory from childhood has an ending date. Davy Jones will no longer tour and sing. And I am again reminded of my mortality.
So, again the button is pressed and the world fades back to a sunny spring afternoon in ’67 with me and my friends running across the lawn, yelling and just being children.