Midweek, Wednesday, more rain, and I grab onto the lifeline of this Jimmy Buffett song.  Don’t we all need something to hang on to on occasion?

I have done what I could to keep my balance on a high wire.  Negotiations with a lending bank, and with a homeowner/realtor whose property I thought about buying; and the awareness of just how fragile, how tenuous all of these dancing, juggling balls truly are.  We do not live in a Frank Capra movie, New Bedford Falls where one has to deal with an avaricious banker, or with a compassionate, kind, home saving and loan officer who wants to help.  Such binary contrasts are clear, out-in-the-open, without any mystifying veil.

A century later, there is bureaucracy, the faceless, back-office decision makers that more often than not, have no intention to balance the interest (profit) of their corporation with yours.  Bureaucracy masks and wraps most of our essential transactions.

Adding to my state of agitation I heard news that the President has ordered a carrier battle group to the Mediterranean.  His purpose is to intimidate Iran, to bully, to threaten devastation if he thinks any of their proxies have attacked American interests.  The President is able to “pull the trigger” at any time, on impulse.  I would not be so nervous if our President were not a habitual liar, lost in his own hall of mirrors.  Another war, in addition to the last two incomplete ones, would be the final straw.

Maybe I shouldn’t worry.  Just continue my middle-class life, playing the happy idiot….

Back to a saner, firmer ground.  This morning a Jimmy Buffett hit song came to mind. The lyric suggests that the most real of all that we feel, perceive, and think–is the love, the regard, the solicitation for the highest interest and well-being that is between us.  Jimmy Buffett sings about and to his girlfriend, who become his wife.

Enjoy this wonderful song and video.  The lyrics are appended after the video.

Come Monday

Headin’ up to San Francisco
for the Labor Day weekend show,
I’ve got my hush-puppies on,
I guess I never was meant for
glitter rock and roll.
And honey I didn’t know
that I’d be missin’ you so.

[Chorus:]
Come Monday It’ll be all right,
Come Monday I’ll be holding you tight.
I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze
and I just want you back by my side.

Yes it’s been quite a summer,
rent-a-cars and west bound trains.
And now you’re off on vacation,
somethin’ you tried to explain.
And darlin’ I love you so that’s
the reason I just let you go.

[Chorus]

I can’t help it honey,
you’re that much a part of me now.
Remember the night in Montana when
we said there’d be no room for doubt.

I hope you’re enjoyin’ the scenery,
I know that it’s pretty up there.
We can go hikin on Tuesday,
with you I’d walk anywhere.
California has worn me quite thin,
I just can’t wait to see you again.

[Chorus]

Buffett wrote the song to his wife while he was on tour. At a live performance in 1974, Buffett mentioned that he had written the song heading out to California the previous year, meaning that it would have been written as he was “heading up to San Francisco for the Labor Day Weekend show” in 1973. The single version replaces the third line, “I’ve got my Hush Puppies on,” with “I’ve got my hiking shoes on.”