Deep depression. West Coast Express to Mission under huge looming skies. Showers on the Coquitlam Central platform, and rain in earnest crossing the Pitt River, turbid water moving below. Dru picked me up in Mission and we drove on to Chilliwack through curtains of rain, dru focused on his upcoming Smith Rocks trip & me on my own anxieties and unease, going through Michelina and the last decade of my "career" and finding both wanting.

Thai dinner in downtown Chilliwack, rain in earnest now.

Walking home along Old Yale Road, cars approaching with their lights on.

A night on dru's floor under thin sheets. Rain overnight, sunlight green through sucker holes in the rumpled morning sky. A wet wool blanket shaken out over the Cheam Range.

Swaying Greyhound into downtown Langley.

Roseanne Cash's Seven Year Ache on Corporate Thrift Store radio as I loaded Terry Pratchett pocketbooks into my red plastic basket.

Depression unleavened by these things, but I'll miss them when I go.

Crop Circle Sanrio courtesy dru. Intelligent life has good design sense!

Seven Year Ache
Words and music by Roseanne Cash

You act like you were just born tonight
Face down in a memory but feeling all right
So who does your past belong to today?
Baby, you don't say nothing when you're feeling this way

The girls in the bars thinking, "Who is this guy?"
But they don't think nothing when they're telling you lies
You look so careless when they're shooting that bull
Don't you know heartaches are heroes when their pockets are full

Tell me you're trying to cure a seven-year ache
See what else your old heart can take
The boys say, "When is he gonna give us some room"
The girls say, "God I hope he comes back soon"

Everybody's talking but you don't hear a thing
You're still uptown on your downhill swing
Boulevard's empty, why don't you come around?
Baby, what is so great about sleeping downtown?

Splitting your dice to be someone you're not
You say you're looking for something you might've forgot
Don't bother calling to say you're leaving alone
'cause there's a fool on every corner when you're trying to get home

Just tell 'em you're trying to cure a seven-year ache
See what else your old heart can take
The boys say, "When is he gonna give us some room"
The girls say, "God I hope he comes back soon"

Tell me you're trying to cure a seven-year ache
See what else your old heart can take
The boys say, "When is he gonna give us some room"
The girls say, "God I hope he comes back soon"
- posted by cjb @ 10:39 PM