Nowhere in the corridors Of pale green and gray Nowhere in the suburbs In the cold light of day There in the midst of it So alive and alone Words support like bone Dreaming of Mercy Street
Wear you're inside out Dreaming of mercy In your daddy's arms again Dreaming of Mercy Street I swear they moved that sign Dreaming of mercy In your daddy's arms
I know I have posted this song before, but I felt it so strongly today while walking the rainy streets of Madison. I guess I should have selected "Red Rain" but "Mercy Street" captures my mood today. SO was such an impactful album my freshman year in college. It still hits me on a level that few records do now.
Looking for Mercy.
We worked quickly today and were out by 12:30--giving grace to explore a bit further, my mind recording everything for next time. Hoping to see you, a stranger, around the next corner.
Time is so odd on these trips. I close the blinds at 7pm and it could be midnight. Then I wake at 4am and do the job.
Maybe one of these jobs will land me an opportunity to advance to something more than breaking down boxes and stacking pointless evals. I guess the presenter's kids (who are still in college) know more about efficient management than a 33 year teacher-- but whatever.
I think about how your future and your life really depends on the leverage of your parents. If they didn't make it, you are at a disadvantage. Even if they were climbing the corporate ladder and were not savvy, you were at a disadvantage. I felt that way.
My girl is better than I was, and hers will be even more at an advantage, but it was no picnic for me.
Should I tell you about the 6th grade overnight birthday party to Laura Spitsberg's where I brought a puzzle for a gift (because that was what I would have liked as a gift) and she got Gloria Vanderbilt jeans from other girls... Humiliating. Mom didn't know better. I wore Garanamulas clothing and played with strawberry shortcake dolls. I wasn't into makeup or boys or designer clothes. I was a child. Not a cotillion bred child or Jewish princess.
Well, I was never added to that friend group. I was laughed at for the rest of my time in Carmel. Guess that is why I have no female friends-- Or maybe it's just me.
Ugh...sorry Rabbit Hole.
Laura, I sure hope you are happy with your well-to-do life wherever you are now.
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