S.H.I.T.

(So Happy It’s Thursday)

Since I’ve been thinking a lot about days of the weeks and the seasons, I just have to say that Thursdays don’t get their due.

Thursdays in my house are leftover days: leftover food gets eaten; leftover chores get done; leftover emotions get purged if I can do it.

I don’t like going into the weekend carrying the baggage of the previous days with me. Disagreements, worries, slights and insults can all fester if not dealt with and so I choose Thursday to dump the bad feelings and worries that seem to pile up.

This isn’t easy. Heck I’m still dealing with trying to get the G. D. “Crying Game” song out of my head. I am trying to replace it with another song and am currently attempting to substitute something by Elton John…maybe Blue Eyes which I love, or something by Leonard Cohen. “Chelsea Hotel” can stick in my brain too…for one month these lyrics intruded my mind whenever I was mentally vegging:

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,

you were talking so brave and so sweet,

giving me head on the unmade bed,

while the limousines wait in the street.

Those were the reasons and that was New York,

we were running for the money and the flesh.

And that was called love for the workers in song probably still is for those of them left.

Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,

you just turned your back on the crowd,

you got away, I never once heard you say,

I need you, I don't need you,

I need you, I don't need you

and all of that jiving around.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel

you were famous, your heart was a legend.

You told me again you preferred handsome men

but for me you would make an exception.

And clenching your fist for the ones like us

who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,

you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind, we are ugly but we have the music."

And then you got away, didn't you babe...

I don't mean to suggest

that I loved you the best,

I can't keep track of each fallen robin.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,

that's all, I don't even think of you that often.

I have to dig out my Cohen CDs – hmmmm --now I’m wondering if I even have this on CD or just cassette which I never listen to anymore but can’t part with my collection either.

Cassettes are leftovers; they’re definitely Thursdays.

I guess that’s why I like Thursdays, sometimes it’s necessary to deal with ones leftovers…

What leftovers are you dealing with today?