Saturday Night Serenade–I Don’t Get It

It’s happened again.  We’ve lost someone who seemed to have it all.  At his own choosing, apparently.  And so we wonder why.

Tonight’s serenade is footage from that last night, that last performance, and as we watch, we know now that these were his last few hours on earth.  We search his eyes for clues.  Did he know?  Was it all part of a plan?  Or was it just an impulsive thing?

We search the lyrics.  Was there some underlying message of despair?  All grunge songs are pessimistic, aren’t they?

The reality is, there’s no way we could have known, no way we could have realized what was going on inside.  Deep down in the pit of our souls is where each one of us faces our own worst enemy, ourselves.  If we’re blessed, we have people around us we can trust and confide in, those who won’t judge us if we cop to being less than fabulous all of the time.

We’ll probably never know the whys.  The best we can do is hope that Chris Cornell has finally found the peace that eluded him in his day to day life.

And we can remember that life is a fleeting thing, to be grasped and appreciated.  We can remember to say the things we need to say, mend the fences that need mending, and hug those we love.

Happy Saturday night!

Black Hole Sun
In my eyes
Indisposed
In disguise
As no one knows
Hides the face
Lies the snake
And the sun
In my disgraceBoiling heat
Summer stench
‘Neath the black
The sky looks dead
Call my name
Through the cream
And I’ll hear you
Scream again

[Chorus:]
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain?
Black hole sun
Won’t you come?
Won’t you come?

Stuttering
Cold and damp
Steal the warm wind
Tired friend
Times are gone
For honest men
And sometimes
Far too long
For snakes

In my shoes
A walking sleep
And my youth
I pray to keep
Heaven send
Hell away
No one sings
Like you anymore

[Chorus 2x]

(Black hole sun,
Black hole sun)
Won’t you come?
(Black hole sun,
Black hole sun)
Won’t you come?
(Black hole sun,
Black hole sun)
Won’t you come?
(Black hole sun,
Black hole sun)

Hang my head
Drown my fear
‘Til you all just disappear

[Chorus 2x]

(Black hole sun,
Black hole sun)
Won’t you come?
(Black hole sun,
Black hole sun)
Won’t you come?
(Black hole sun,
Black hole sun)
Won’t you come?
(Black hole sun,
Black hole sun)
Won’t you come?
(Black hole sun,
Black hole sun)
Won’t you come?
(Black hole sun,
Black hole sun)
Won’t you come?
Won’t you come?
Won’t you come?

Saturday Night Serenade–Hozier

I know we’re not quite to Fall yet, but it’s September and that always makes me nostalgic for cooler breezes and bright-colored leaves, for pumpkins decorating porches and mantles, and hot cider in large mugs.  We don’t get much in the way of Fall in South Florida, but it all seems so romantic.

With that in mind, for tonight’s serenade I’ve chosen this romantic song and video by Hozier.  It reminds me that true love overlooks the frailties and faults in others, not to our harm, but in a way that extends a little slack to our partners who are less than perfect from time to time.

Plus, I’m a sucker for a man-bun, so there’s that.

Tonight, curl up with the one(s) you love and think about them with renewed appreciation–after all, none of us is perfect.

If it’s cool where you are, even better.  Happy Saturday night!

 

Saturday Night Serenade–All You Need Is Love

Who doesn’t love love?  I love love.  And I love this movie, Love Actually.  I know.  It’s a Christmas movie.  And it’s August now, and hotter than ‘old Miss Hot and she died hot’, as my dad would say.  But the sentiment is here.  All you need is love.

When misunderstandings and disagreements inevitably come along, we need to remember that we come from a starting place of love.  Mr. R. and I were married in our back yard nearly five years ago.  We were married there twice, actually, the first ceremony a very private affair conducted by a friend of ours, a dotty little Wiccan.  There was sage and a feather and water and soil and a tiny bell.  It was deliciously weird and wonderful.

Our formal wedding (well, more formal than that, anyway) was held a few months later, a huge celebration with all our friends.  And when the deed was done, I had someone press ‘play’ on the iPod to play this song.  I wish we could have had the choir and the brass and all, but it was beautiful, nonetheless.

Here’s to all the hopeless romantics out there.  Because all you need is love.  Happy Saturday night!

 

Launch Day!

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My new book Rannigan’s Redemption Part 2: Running Rogue is out today on Amazon, iTunes, B&N, Kobo, & Smashwords.  It’s the continuation of the story of the complicated relationship between highpowered Manhattan attorney Michael Rannigan and Maggie Flynn, the smart, spunky redhead he hired straight out of law school.

Michael Rannigan is running rogue. Since Maggie’s abrupt departure from the law firm of Murphy, Rannigan, & Metheny, he’s been in a tailspin. As he limps along in the new normal, he misses her more than he ever imagined.

Maggie misses Michael as well. But she makes the best of her new job at the District Attorney’s office. Occasionally they cross paths in court, each assessing the other. Like Michael, she finds herself making questionable personal choices.

When opportunity knocks for Michael he leaps at it, maybe as much to avoid Maggie’s absence as anything else. The fact that his decision impacts everyone else at the firm doesn’t slow him down at all.

Then comes news that shakes him to his core. Now that he’s burned all his bridges, who will be there to help him pick up the pieces?

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This is what I came home to today.  My sweet wanted to surprise me for Launch Day.  It’s reason #497 I’m the luckiest girl on the planet.

 

 

 

 

Happy New Year!

happy new year beach 2The old year washes away as the New Year rolls in.  2015 was an eventful year for us.  I can scroll back over the posts from the past year and see something of a time capsule.

  • My baby got married and moved nearly 1,600 miles away.
  • We started taking better care of ourselves due to Mr. R.’s health scare in May.  And yes, even I’m working out and eating ‘vetch-tables’ now.
  • Mr. R. was unceremoniously dropped by his company of over 14 years.
  • He accepted the same position with a better company a couple of months later.
  • I published two books.

We remain grateful for all our blessings and look forward optimistically to all that 2016 will bring.  There will be more books published, the next one  in February.  Mr. R. will continue to grow his professional skill set as different responsibilities are added to his repertoire.  I will continue to work out and maintain an uneasy alliance with ‘vetch-tables’.

And we’ll continue to meet every challenge together, as each other’s best advocate and biggest fan.

Happy New Year!