Marissa Lingen (mrissa) wrote,
Marissa Lingen

"And we'll sing to the dogs or whoever."

timprov got a guitar for his birthday in February (and not, as he initially wondered, a machine gun in the same case), and we went to a Josh Ritter concert this fall. And as a result we have a new New Year's tradition this year: singing "Empty Hearts" together while timprov played. I looked for a YouTube video of it, but the only one available was really not very good, did not do the song justice. But the refrain is, "Don't let me into this year with an empty heart, with an empty heart; don't let me into this year with an empty heart." It is a good song any day of the year, but it is particularly appropriate for this day. And we added on other songs with good New Year's lines, and it was good, and I want to do it again next year.

I'm never much for New Year's resolutions, as I tend to fling myself into doing things when I think of them rather than saving them for new years of whatever calendar, and also I can't really see how all you people have the energy for this right now. I haven't even put away the black clogs I got for Christmas. I tend to go into January with a cold (improved enough to let me sing today, yay!), and this is the second January out of the last three years in which I've had an important (and long) appointment with a new specialist about something that's playing havoc with my health. I'm having great difficulty seeing what would be reasonable to plan here. I don't really know where to put my feet at the moment. But I can put my head back and sing the line, "And she'll know me by the sound of my hoping," and that, that's okay. That I can do.

And an empty heart does not look like it's any part of the picture, whatever else might come.
Tags: holiday cheer and thumping, same wrong words to amazing grace, stupid vertigo

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