Blinded by the light

It started pretty well. We had the “really good” complementary breakfast as usual. Then we started making plans for the rest of the day. Maybe it was 24/7 in close contact, altitude, cold, or maybe the way the stars were aligned. In any case, shall we say, we didn’t exactly mesh like a well oiled machine.

We all have moments where things don’t really work out the way we want. Perspective is at a premium. Arguments in these situations remind me a lot of songs from your youth, they sounded great at the time, really conveyed an emotion, but when you listen to it replayed with the advantage of time passed, the words can sound pretty goofy. You wonder how they seemed to fit so well at the time yet failed so miserably the test of time.

“Madman drummers bummers, Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin‘ kinda older, I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasin‘, sneezin‘ and wheezin, the calliope crashed to the ground
The calliope crashed to the ground
But she was…Blinded by the light . . .”
– Bruce Springsteen