
Author: Deb
Lay Down Your Arms (and Surrender to Yourself)
Today is One of Those Days
Wisdom at Seventh & Stewart
Discovery : Birthday
When it’s your Birthday Week, you get to make your family do stuff
Keep Hope Alive
It always amuses me when a song that has no meaning to me jumps in to tell me something. And I usually listen. I mean, if a totally random song to which I have no emotional attachment shows up out of nowhere at the perfect time, there has to be a reason. Right?
Anyway, yesterday I was on the campus of my alma mater, the University of Washington, to hear a Political Science faculty panel discussion about next week’s midterm elections. I took the light rail from my office downtown, hopped off at Husky Stadium, and walked up Rainier Vista to campus. On a clear day, true to its name, Rainier Vista provides an unobstructed view of the mountain, framed by the Gothic architecture of campus, with Drumheller Fountain lying at its base. It’s beautiful. Yesterday was cloudy though, giving no hint of the mountain lying behind the clouds. Seemed more fitting, somehow. The past few days have been strange.
I was wearing headphones, but my playlist had been exhausted, and random songs began to appear from, I assume, some sort of Spotify channel. My phone was in my pocket, and I was too indifferent to change the music. I wasn’t really concentrating on it anyway. Instead, I was thinking about my son, and how he is starting to look at colleges. How I hope that he will find a place where he is as happy as I was during my time at UW. How he will be in college, and able to vote in the 2020 election, and that I hope the political climate will be better than it is now. I remembered seeing Jesse Jackson speak on campus, in what must have been the fall of my freshman year, right on Rainier Vista where I was now walking.
One of the things I always love about being on campus is that it is a touchstone — a reminder of my younger self. I mean, music always does that anyway (“Express Yourself, 2012 Style”). Of course, back then, it was hard to picture that I would ever be as old as I am now, but here we are.
My mind clicked back to the music for a second, in time to hear that Soul Asylum’s “Runaway Train” was playing. Just in time to catch the line: “How on earth did I get so jaded/Life’s mystery seems so faded”.
I sat with that one for a moment. I have been in my head a lot lately. And while I wouldn’t necessarily describe myself as jaded, I do have my moments. I can always use a reminder to focus on the good things which are always there, even if they are momentarily obscured. Just like Mount Rainier, behind those darn clouds.
Of Course Pearl Jam Makes Delicious Coffee
The Everlong of Being a Kid
It was a show that we had no business going to. My husband was building a new deck for our recently remodeled house, and his brother was in town to help. The tickets had been purchased long ago, but as deck work progressed and deadlines of rainy weather loomed, we were prepared to cancel and sell the tickets. My brother-in-law, though, urged us to go, as they would be done for the day anyway.
And so that is how we found ourselves at the Foo Fighters concert at Safeco Field, and for once I was relieved that we had reserved seats instead of GA. Still grungy and tired from a day’s work, we scurried in with just a few moments to spare.
Near the back of the floor section, some fans had moved to an open area that was less sparsely populated. My husband and I spotted her at the same time – a little girl, maybe four or five years old – and had the same thought: it reminded us of our daughter.
With her dad, this little girl was fully engaged and rocking out – dancing and doing air guitar and drums, in a way that our daughter had done so many times, both in our kitchen, and at concerts (“Quiet 13”). Other fans were walking by, and many of them came up to her, giving her a fist bump or a high five. Sometimes, they would say something to her, or to her dad.
If any of them were parents, I wondered if they said what was going through my head. What I wanted to say to that little girl was:
Remember this moment
Keep dancing
Keep your fearlessness
Her dad was filming her moves, and what I wanted to tell him was — show this video to her in about 10 years, when she needs a reminder of the fiery spirit that she has always been. And then again at 20 years, and 30, because we all need a little reminder of that, even as grownups. Except for maybe Dave Grohl. I think he’s already got it figured out.






