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The mysterious entity projecting scripts into my brain refused to send me the one subplot I needed to finish script 5, but I had a good crack at the rest of that episode and it’s looking pretty good. And I only had a couple of hours in the morning, before it became my turn to do the child care, so pleased that I got so much done. Should finish this one tomorrow if I can escape my stupid family, though I have to say that it (mainly) gives me so much pleasure to be with this little gang that I don’t mind if I can’t.
My son full of kisses and kicks.
My daughter full of jokes, imagination and gleefully telling me she hates me.
My wife saying that it’s funny that she does that, as apparently my sense of humour also mainly revolves around saying something that is comically nasty and seeing how people respond.
Phoebe looks like her mum, but may have inherited my soul. For which I am sorry. But she had to inherit something from me and that’s probably the best of a bad deal.
Talking of being sorry, last night on the drive in we’d listened to Ben Folds and his song
“Still Fighting It†came on. It might be the first time I’ve listened to it since I’ve had kids, or certainly a son of my own. “You’ll try and you’ll try and one day you’ll fly away from me,†hadn’t really resonated before. But I was sad to think of the time when my kids won’t need me any more. That’s already happened for Phoebe. I mourned for my now future.
I wondered if twenty years had yet passed since he wrote that song - the album came out on September 11th 2001 (good timing), but his kids are in their twenties now. So I guess he’s sat down and had that beer and experienced the future that he pre-mourned as well.
We also got to one of my all time favourite songs,
“The Luckiest†which was the song we played as the last dance at our wedding. It’s a beautiful song, though has a weird verse
"What if I had been born fifty years before you
In a house on the street
Where you lived
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike. Would I know?â€
It was different times back in the early 2000s where an old man speculating about whether a girl on a bike is his soul mate was OK. I'd found this odd before, of course and presumably we are meant to, but for the first time I spotted something in the final verse, which goes
"Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties and one day
Passed away in his sleep,
And his wife, she stayed for a couple of days, and passed away
I'm sorry I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong.â€
“Not as strange as the fucking bike thing, Ben,†I commented for the first time. Might have been good if he’d put that disclaimer in the previous verse. Am I right?
Two old people dying within days of each other is pretty romantic and doesn't need to be apologised for. Maybe put a bit more clarification into the bike scenario.
I stil love the song. And I am sure Ben was just putting himself in the shoes of Gary Sparrow, so that’s normal. Like I'm sure he would fuck a sex robot. He's a regular guy.
