Days off

On days off, I slip back into the routine I perfected when I was in Maine and it was summertime, between school years at the high school were I used to work. A leisurely breakfast, several papers to read in a cafe, an hour Interneting and blogging, and then a night of reading.

I'm actually going out tonight for dinner with some friends, but the day so far has played out like that.


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I'm listening to Sufjan Stevens right now, a song called "For the Widows in Paradise, For the Fatherless in Ypsilanti." The words to it:

I have called you children, I have called you son.
What is there to answer if I'm the only one?
Morning comes in Paradise, morning comes in light.
Still I must obey, still I must invite.
If there's anything to say, if there's anything to do,
If there's any other way, I'll do anything for you.

I was dressed embarrassment. I was dressed in wine.
If you had a part of me, will you take you're time?
Even if I come back, even if I die
Is there some idea to replace my life?
Like a father to impress; Like a mother's mourning dress,
If you ever make a mess, I'll do anything for you
I have called you preacher; I have called you son.
If you have a father or if you haven't one,
I'll do anything for you. I did everything for you.

Hypnotic to say the least. This is the singer who plans to write 50 albums, one about each of the states. So far, he's done Michigan and Illinois.

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New York is rather grand, wouldn't you say?

Peace.