Day 77
I did it … I missed a day of the blog challenge! Curses! Well, I technically wrote it yesterday … however, in my dazed and totally exhausted state I hit the “save draft” button instead of the “publish” button and … woe is me, no blog for yesterday.
However, I just published it, so even though I wrote it yesterday I published it today but it’s so late that it won’t be available until tomorrow!
“Yesterday” … though credit is given to both John Winston Lennon and Paul James McCartney for writing that song in 1965, Paul was the sole writer. It was voted by BBC Radio 2, MTV and Rolling Stone magazine as the best song of the 20th century.
Hmm … that’s surprising as I always found it kind of a downer.
I guess that’s cuz I’d rather look forward to tomorrow than rue what was or was not from yesterday. You can’t live in the past and you are lucky if you get the future … so, why not look forward to something you MIGHT get, rather than something that you will never get again?
I always look forward to tomorrow.
“Tomorrow” became a smash hit song with its debut in the muscial Annie in 1977 (music by Charles Strouse and lyrics by Martin Sharnin). And though the song gets stuck in my brain EVERY time I hear it and I find myself belting out the damn thing when in the shower or stuck in traffic, I find it equally uplifting and annoying.
But I’d rather sing, if I’m going to sing, or think about tomorrow and not yesterday … songs or days. Which brings me back to me not publishing the post that I wrote and hitting the wrong key.
Stuff happens … it’s no big deal … it’s not catastrophic … life will go on without a lobster roaming about for one day.
Lobster. I think of that word and not only do I think of the crustaceans … and how ugly, yet so tasty, they are but of my son, Ted, who started the whole lobster on my shoulder things twenty four or so years ago.
Talk about YESTERDAY! Egad … it seems like it WAS yesterday! Where the heck did 20 some years go? In the blink of an eye he went from sweet toddler to a man graduating next week with his masters and pursuing his doctorate. How is that possible when he was so little just … yesterday?
Tomorrow I will finish packing and a week from now I will be leaving my home of 26 years. Blink of an eye. Time goes so slow and yet so fast. Some many yesterdays here … so few tomorrows.
And yet, today, I will make sure I hit the “publish” button on this post and not the “save draft” button so that tomorrow you can read what I wrote today – but by then it’ll be from yesterday.