Wistful dreaming of the future.
Jan. 11th, 2002 09:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpI love this song. I have loved this song for as long as I can remember knowing it. Equally as long, I have dreamed of the day when I will sing it to my children.
It's in my head now. And I'm thinking about children. I was talking to Schoolmate Brenda yesterday during our meagre break about children. (Brenda just had an 'oops' baby girl nearly 20 years after her youngest son was born.) Brenda knows (it came up during her pregnancy) that I have pregnancy-a-phobia, and she knows that I can't have children (a quirk of fate that I think works out quite well), but she perpetually teases me about "the day I will change my mind."
But I digress. Yesterday in the hallway, Brenda was talking about my having kids. And I once again reminded her, "Brenda, I'm not having kids. I'm adopting kids." And with all of her you-need-to-have-a-baby enthusiasm she chirped, "You never know. Your partner may want to have a baby." And for all of my talk of being afraid of pregnant women (which Brenda teases me mercilessly about, and did so while she was bouyant with the alien growth), the thought made me smile. The smiling startled me.
Of course, then Brenda started talking about how I would like to rub my pregnant partner's belly and feel the baby kick, and I got all squicky again. Heh. Poor Brenda. She tries so hard. Kasey is cute, though, six months old. =)
St. Judy's Comet
Words and music by Paul Simon
Oo, little sleepy boy
Do you know what time it is?
Well the hour of your bedtime's long been past
And though I know you're fighting it
I can tell when you rub your eyes
You're fading fast, oh fading fast
Won't you run come see St. Judy's Comet
Roll across the skies
And leave a spray of diamonds in its wake
I long to see St. Judy's Comet
Sparkle in your eyes when you awake
Oh, when you wake, wake
Little boy, little boy
Won't you lay your body down
Little boy, little boy
Won't you close your weary eyes
Ain't nothing flashing but the fireflies
Well I sang it once and I sang it twice
I'm going to sing it three times more
I'm going to stay 'til your resistance is overcome
'Cause if I can't sing my boy to sleep
Well it makes your famous daddy look so dumb
look so dumb
Won't you run come see St. Judy's Comet
Roll across the skies
And leave a spray of diamonds in its wake
I long to see St. Judy's Comet
Sparkle in your eyes when you awake
Oh, when you wake, wake
Little boy, little boy
Won't you lay your body down
Little boy, little boy
Won't you close your weary eyes
Ain't nothing flashing but the fireflies
Oo, little sleepy boy
Do you know what time it is?
Well the hour of your bedtime's long been past
And though I know you're fighting it
I can tell when you rub your eyes
You're fading fast, oh fading fast
It's in my head now. And I'm thinking about children. I was talking to Schoolmate Brenda yesterday during our meagre break about children. (Brenda just had an 'oops' baby girl nearly 20 years after her youngest son was born.) Brenda knows (it came up during her pregnancy) that I have pregnancy-a-phobia, and she knows that I can't have children (a quirk of fate that I think works out quite well), but she perpetually teases me about "the day I will change my mind."
But I digress. Yesterday in the hallway, Brenda was talking about my having kids. And I once again reminded her, "Brenda, I'm not having kids. I'm adopting kids." And with all of her you-need-to-have-a-baby enthusiasm she chirped, "You never know. Your partner may want to have a baby." And for all of my talk of being afraid of pregnant women (which Brenda teases me mercilessly about, and did so while she was bouyant with the alien growth), the thought made me smile. The smiling startled me.
Of course, then Brenda started talking about how I would like to rub my pregnant partner's belly and feel the baby kick, and I got all squicky again. Heh. Poor Brenda. She tries so hard. Kasey is cute, though, six months old. =)
St. Judy's Comet
Words and music by Paul Simon
Oo, little sleepy boy
Do you know what time it is?
Well the hour of your bedtime's long been past
And though I know you're fighting it
I can tell when you rub your eyes
You're fading fast, oh fading fast
Won't you run come see St. Judy's Comet
Roll across the skies
And leave a spray of diamonds in its wake
I long to see St. Judy's Comet
Sparkle in your eyes when you awake
Oh, when you wake, wake
Little boy, little boy
Won't you lay your body down
Little boy, little boy
Won't you close your weary eyes
Ain't nothing flashing but the fireflies
Well I sang it once and I sang it twice
I'm going to sing it three times more
I'm going to stay 'til your resistance is overcome
'Cause if I can't sing my boy to sleep
Well it makes your famous daddy look so dumb
look so dumb
Won't you run come see St. Judy's Comet
Roll across the skies
And leave a spray of diamonds in its wake
I long to see St. Judy's Comet
Sparkle in your eyes when you awake
Oh, when you wake, wake
Little boy, little boy
Won't you lay your body down
Little boy, little boy
Won't you close your weary eyes
Ain't nothing flashing but the fireflies
Oo, little sleepy boy
Do you know what time it is?
Well the hour of your bedtime's long been past
And though I know you're fighting it
I can tell when you rub your eyes
You're fading fast, oh fading fast
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I couldn't agree more.
Date: 2002-01-11 06:31 am (UTC)Seeing him this past summer made up for everything else that happened.
Re: I couldn't agree more.
Date: 2002-01-11 06:32 am (UTC)For some reason "Me and Julio down by the schoolyard" can make me get all misty...
Re: I couldn't agree more.
Date: 2002-01-11 07:44 am (UTC)When my brother and I were a little younger than we are now (oh, I'd say 6-7 years ago), we would throw boozey parties in his apartment. And we would play "Me and Julio." And we would do our own drunk version of the jitterbug. And it was awesome.
Whenever I hear that song, I have to dance, and think of Baga.