Crazy Afternoon and Good Words (Again)

I was running around yesterday trying to get all my passport stuff done and nothing seemed to go right...
There was a long line at Office Depot to copy my documents and the girl behind the counter was cheerful but was trying to do too many things at one time. I then took my documents and ran to the post office. I handed the clerk my paperwork and the first thing he said to me was...Alabama and Georgia are very big places....I am thinking...so...and he just stands there and looks at me. I then say that that is where they were born and that that information is correct. He then states that I need a city or county or something because those states are big places and you can't just put that as your parent's birthplaces. Okay, why didn't he say that in the very beginning? Now, he asks for my birth certificate. And guess what? It is still in the copy machine at Office Depot with the cheerful girl. Office Depot is on the other side of town and the post office is crowded and I already had to drive around a few times to find a parking space. I drive back to Office Depot and the cheerful girl is nowhere to found and someone else finally helps me and I am on my way back to the post office and the not so cheerful clerk. I then realize that I am going to have to drive around the post office to find a parking space again and I end up going the wrong way on a one way street. What a day!!! I do finally get all the passport stuff done...I will never let this passport expire. It has been too much trouble.

All that time driving around in the car...even sometimes in the wrong direction...gave me a chance to listen to the Indigo Girls over and over again.

Pendulum Swinger by Emily Salier

I meet you for coffee
We get together periodically
I got a bad case I can't shake off of me
The fevered walking round wondering how it ought to be
You work in the system
You see possibilities and your glistening
Eyes show the hell you're gonna give 'em
When they back off the mic for once and give it to a woman

I dream like a mad one
Brutal fantasies I catch as catch can
I'm a psychic and a laywoman
I see love and like to make it happen
What we get from your war walk
The ticker of the nation breaking down like a bad clock
I want the pendulum to swing again
So that all your mighty mandate was just spitting in the wind

It doesn't come by the bullwhip
It's not persuaded with your hands on your hips
Not the company of gunslingers
The epicenter love is the pendulum swinger
She is, she is, she is

It's fine about the old scroll sanskrit
Gnostic gospels the da vinci code's a smash hit
Aren't we dying just to read it and relate
Too hard just to go by a blind faith
But they left out the sisters
Praying to a father god so long I really missed her
The goddess of benevolence
And you should listen to your mama if you have a lick of sense left

Pushed under by the main press, buried under a code of dress
Relegated by the vatican
But you can't keep a spirit down that wants to get up again

If we're a drop in the bucket
With just enough science to keep from saying &*@# it
Until the last drop of sun burns its sweet light
Plenty revolutions left until we get this thing right



I love this song....sorry about the language....I tried to soften it but you know exactly what the word is...but it does rhyme with the last line.