100 Things, #13: Slow motion daydream

Hey, remember that 100 Things Challenge? Yeah. Every time I think I've got something to noodle out, something else comes along and wants my attention. Since I'm actively trying to avoid thinking about something else now, I figure maybe it'll work in reverse.

So, let's resume 100 Things That Changed My Life, Take 13: One Perfect Moment.


  It's summer, which means that it's somewhere near a hundred and thirteen even in the shade. We could stay inside where the A/C is running full blast and it feels fantastic. Or you could slip your hand in mine and suggest we go for an after dinner walk, maybe to the ice-cream parlor down the road. I might laugh and point out that 'down the road' is all well and good on a normal day, but today one could probably honestly fry an egg out on the street.

  It doesn't matter, ice-cream and a walk are required and so they must be done. I don't remember much about the walk to get the ice-cream, but on the way back the whole world seems to slow down in that liquid sunshine haze that you always hear about when someone decidedly not Southern ventures south of the Mason Dixon line. It's too hot for gnats or mosquitoes let alone other people even as the sun begins to slowly set overhead, so it's just the two of us drifting down the street, ice-cream in hand. The whole world seems to have vanished from sight and even as it's happening I think how ridiculous it is to think any such thing.

   For one brief moment in time everything in life seemed so perfect that I had to freeze frame it. I never thought it was possible to actually do any such thing, but I'll be damned if I can't bring out this slowly fading memory out every so often and still feel the sunshine on my skin, the way your hand felt in mine, and the sheer, perfect happiness of one moment.

  Even when the world imploded, this one moment is left untouched by all the pain that later seemed to destroy every other memory of us.

And it drove me wild

Amazon promised me they'd let me listen to my Tegan and Sara album while it took its sweet time getting to me (it's bringing a book and a toy along with it) and oh. my. lord.


I love every damn song on this thing. Every. Single. Song! I can't shake the 80's pop-fizz feeling for a good chunk of the album and it's like the best gift ever. There are a billion things spinning through my head and I can't wait to make sense of them, so if you're in need of an 80's fueled muse, you could do a lot worse. ;)

(and if you wanted a behind the scenes of this song.)

you carried romance in the palm of your hand
you called the plays for us
you clung to self restraint,
you followed the plan
you put the brakes on this
and it drove me wild

Yes. Yes you are going to end up with a track by track posting each day for this, and yes. You are going to enjoy it. Unless you're already a Tegan and Sara fan and one of the ones not liking this go round in which case I am so sorry for you.

But I'm still doing it. :P

I love that this song is so happy, although one could take the lyrics in an entirely different way. If one so chose, that is. So it's either this poppy song about one person making sure the relationship doesn't burn out all too soon (as it might if the other person were left to call all the shots) or the happiest break-up ever as you look back on what you had and smile.

Or something else entirely. I feel the need to lace up some 80's skates and work this out. Except it always took me about an hour to warm up on skates and about five seconds to crash and twist my ankle again. So maybe I'll see if someone else is hit by a plot bunny on skates and stories shall appear as if by magic!