: spring does something to me :

So far, spring’s a total disappointment. Gray, rainy, cold, and dismal. Today’s a chilly 48º and I have goosebumps the size of kneecaps. My hands are huddled around my coffee cup, seeking warmth.

Of course, after the brutal, prolonged winter we had, 48º is positively tropical. I’m not scraping ice and my breath doesn’t appear in plumes. The world around me is green once again, with leaves and grass and birdsong, the usual signs of life. Albeit nippy.

That could be a blessing. There was a day last week, one of those perfect ones with bright sunshine and endless blue sky and 84 delightful degrees, that unleashed something in me I hadn’t experienced in a long, long, l-o-n-g time. If I remember right it’s called exuberance. Or exhilaration. Or bliss. Something along those lines. And it spooked me; I suspected a neurological episode.SnakePit

See, when I left work, the warm sunshine hit me like a drug, a hallucinogen. Seriously. My heart soared; I felt younger, stronger, taller, smarter, prettier. I jumped in the car, rolled down the windows, opened the sunroof, and sped away into a glorious afternoon. This is a Beach Boys kind of day, I thought, except I was in an Alice Cooper “School’s Out” mood. I popped in a CD and cranked it up. Loud.

I stopped at the bank. I stopped at the gas station, the grocery store. Everywhere I went, I violated a noise ordinance. Stevie Ray Vaughan, Eric Clapton, Van Halen, Robert Plant, Queen thundered happily from the car. It was a trip. Until I found myself playing air drums at a stoplight: I felt ridiculous. I’m way too old for that stuff. I stole a look at the car beside me, where three women of a similar age watched in open-mouthed dismay as “Forever Man” boomed across the intersection.

I snapped back to my senses; ohmygod, what’s come over me, I wondered? This isn’t me, this is deranged. I’m channeling Grace Slick. At that, I stopped with the drumming, put my hands back on the steering wheel, and faced straight ahead willing the damn light to change. Then “Forever Man” turned into “Hot for Teacher” and all semblance of propriety flew out the window with the music. Screw it, I reasoned, my dignity’s already gone. And I drummed on down the road.

The End

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10 responses to “: spring does something to me :”

  1. Every once in a while a certain song will come on and I have to crank it. “Highway to the danger zone” by Kenny Loggins comes to mind. 68 years old and rattling the windows. I guess it does look kind of odd.


    1. It does at that.

      But I think the air drums sent it into the lunatic zone, Richard. Those ladies probably thought I was putting out a fire in the car or a bee was loose in there. Until they heard the music — then they became alarmed.

      In retrospect, I should’ve run the red lights. It’s best not to loiter when you’re acting suspicious. That or keep the volume down. One of the two, right?


  2. FurthermoreAndSoForth Avatar

    Aw to hell with the stoplight people. Belt out those tunes, Lisa. Make Grace proud.


    1. Honestly? I felt a little sorry for the stoplight ladies. Loosen up a bit, right? Aye carumba!


  3. Good for you. At our age we shouldn’t have to hide any feeling of exuberance. It is rare. Also, let’s face it, that music. We have that music which no other generation can take ownership of and we know there will never be anything as great as that again.


    1. I tend to forget I’m not twenty-four. It’s a surprise when reality strikes, sort of like sobering up: unwelcome and painful. With the weather and the music, I just lost my head. Not to mention my inhibitions. I recommend it :0)


  4. ok lets wait for the conclusion


    1. It’s a deal, atuhaireevalyne. We’ll wait.


  5. So what was the problem again?


    1. Oh. Uh, the problem was … Can I get back you? : )


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