It was a mixed media night last eve, and it followed a long and eventful week.
There were Broadway tunes, before a live audience, and being pulled in a new direction.
There was a subsequent movie night with two of my girls, and 500 Days of Summer. Not a movie for every audience, but it’s a telling story about life changing decisions, and picking up afterwards. “I just knew”.
Finally, the text message came in calling for me to leave the girls to enjoy the “fireside theater” alone, to brave the cold, and to go await the school bus carrying number one son from his return trip following a roundball playoff loss on the Oklahoma prairie. Donning my leather jacket and a hat, I started up the road.
As I waited for his bus to arrive, an old Van Halen tune crossed the playlist:
There’s a time and place for everything, for everyone
We can push with all our might, but nothin’s gonna come
Oh no, nothin’s gonna change
And if I asked you not to try
Oh could you let it be
As the song was ending, the boy entered the vehicle: “Hey, you look like Indiana Jones” were his words. “No, I’m just your dad” was my simple reply.
If all of this sounds a bit odd and unrelated, remember that I said it was a mixed media night. Everything around us tells a story, and this night was no different.
Oh, I’m so twisted and tied
And all I remember
Was how hard we tried
Only to surrender
And when it’s over
I know how it’s gonna be
And true love will never die
No, not fade away
It was a mixed media night last eve, and it followed a long and eventful week. And it was good to circle up with the family to decompress and let the metaphors emerge.
Autumn always follows Summer,and “it would be a shame to miss New York in the Spring”.
