No Complaints In A Day In The Life

The Beatles

“A Day In The Life”

[Verse 1: John Lennon]
I read the news today, oh boy

About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well, I just had to laugh

I saw the photograph
He blew his mind out in a car
He didn’t notice that the lights had changed

A crowd of people stood and stared
They’d seen his face before
Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords

I saw a film today, oh boy
The English Army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away

But I just had to look
Having read the book

I’d love to turn you on

[alarm clock rings]

[Bridge: Paul McCartney]
Woke up, fell out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up I noticed I was late
Found my coat and grabbed my hat

Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke

And somebody spoke and I went into a dream

[Verse 2: John Lennon]
I read the news today, oh boy
4,000 holes in Blackburn, Lancashire

And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall

I’d love to turn you on

[Instrumental Outro]

 

I have been a very naughty bloggess lately.  There are a few reasons for this, but the main reason is I suffered a Technical Curse that lasted about three months and consumed one laptop per month.  When I was thirteen I built my very first personal computer from parts our housemates purchased for me in exchange for me painting their VW bug.  Since then, I have never ever ever experienced such a devastating series of catastrophic computer failures. It was a complete first. Almost seventeen thousand photographs recovered and restored over and over and over and over.  Ditto with dozens of document files, hundreds of PDF files, and The Legal Files.

That’s the other main reason I have been naughty: I have been utterly overwhelmed with legal matters that necessitated us hiring a lawyer. It’s been really messy, involving a terrific amount of paperwork, and takes up an inordinate amount of time. The lawyer we hired said we did a great job protecting ourselves, which is a pretty swell compliment, but the time suck this thing is doesn’t really balance that out.  The files this legal debacle has generated are hefty. We just crossed the four-year mark on this song and dance, and by the time I said enough is enough and asked the court to intervene the stack of documents I plopped down on the table in front of the judge was maybe four inches thick.  Since hiring a lawyer, the paperwork this thing has generated is obscene.  I have learned more about law in the past year than I ever wanted to know, I believe I have said before, but most of it has been this minutiae sort of stuff I have learned piecemeal in self-defense hoping everyone could just be adults and sort things out like rational people, but NOPE, we ended up having to hire a lawyer.  He’s fantastic and copes with me yelling in my hearing-impaired panics, and doesn’t bat an eye at the obscene amounts of paperwork.

Meanwhile, everything else has suffered, and I have put my own priorities down the ladder. One of the balls I have allowed myself to fumble has been community activism. Trying to get back out there after putting out all these explosions at home I feel exactly like John sounds in this song: flatlined and bored even at all the horror: “I read the news today, oh boy…” Reading the paper in the sixties was as shocking and overwhelming and volatile as it is reading the news today, whether you get it from print or cyberspace.  The world has flexed and twisted so much that the nihilistic ennui we glimpse in the bored tone between John and Paul’s verses in this song has ripened into a terrible bitterness today.  “OK, Boomer,” we say, spitting back our own tepid ennui steeped in that same bitterness, not realising it’s the same damn potholes…all four thousand of them…that we are sighing over that our parents and their parents gave up on; folded the paper on; blew their brains out over; took a lover to distract themselves from and blew through a red light at speed because the potholes weren’t the only things they were distracted from…oh, it just goes on and on and keeps spiraling out.  Because when you get bored and bitter the wretchedness consumes you and you just turn off.

I’d love to turn you on.

The problem is, everything keeps turning OFF. I keep trying to sit down and do what I now call my real job, which is writing, and disaster strikes.

Today I am writing on my new-to-me laptop, which is very nice. Even if the keyboard is smaller than I’m used to, it has a battery that actually works so I can carry it around, and not have it plugged in constantly to a power supply that fritzes and sparks (and eventually blows the damn thing up).  It is quiet and serene, unlike my old dinosaur which was extremely loud and overheated in spite of the violent fans.  And best of all, all the software seems to be working just fine.  All the components of the machine are shaking hands as they were designed to, and all my plug-ins and apps are sitting quietly humming away unobtrusively, not popping up every three minutes confused as all get-out because the platform and machine are having tantrums.

This is an obvious allegory for the State of Affairs in our communities and world and how we interact with them, care for them, and expect them to operate when what we have to work with is mostly broken down and not integrating well with the new and ready-to-go systems and people or things (quite frankly because most of us have neglected it and not taken such good care of it).  I really dislike our disposable society, where the components of the items we use wear out rapidly so we toss the whole baby with the bathwater and get all shiny new items (AND ACCOUTREMENTS!) to replace one small worn-out part. So I tend to stick with items that don’t serve me as well as they should for much longer than I should. This has bitten me in the ass on more than one occasion, but my recent string of laptop deaths is a pretty drastic example.   Since getting a newer and more reliable machine I have been able to do more work than I accomplished in the past three months, and in a much more relaxed fashion to boot.  The cost analysis is in, and I wasted way more than I gained by holding on to a machine I should have turned in years ago.  It’s past time we do the same thing for our standard operating procedure in our communities (and beyond).

Every Samhain I spend in reflection of how I spent the previous year, and how I can spend the next year to do better.  It’s a completely personal time of reflection, and I make nine loose goals.  I meant to share this in a timely fashion for Samhain, but alas.  Needless to say, the reflections I did this past Samhain showed me a much different woman than I was the year previous.  I had made goals to become more active in my community, sharing my time and talents with my neighbors in an effort to destigmatize many of the things our society has come to build up so many negative associations with: mental illness, sobriety, getting older, disabilities, small-town life, witchcraft, goths, nerds, etc. I wanted to show people that my small town out here in Colorado was not this weird place of murder the news was making it out to be, and I wanted to help do whatever I could to be a bridge in a community of very mixed people. My town has people from all political persuasions, a very diverse class demographic, and a pretty hefty racial mix of latinx and white folks but not much else.  But we are growing at an astronomical rate, so I expect that to change a lot, and because of our location the inevitable diversification of our area needs to be greeted warmly and not with hostility as it was in Fort Lupton, or is in other towns like Windsor.  Weld County, Colorado is getting ready to burst open and I decided I had better get a grip on my anxiety and bipolar cycles to help make my world a better place.  I had no idea how well I would reach and exceed my goals.  As I sat in reflection this year, I decided to simply continue with those goals and strengthen what I had started instead of making new goals.  And in the time since I have felt nothing but a sense of synchronicity as more and more regular people in my community realise who I am and open dialogue with me.

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“You’re that lady who always sits on her porch reading!” I hear over and over and over. I quit smoking cigarettes but I still sit out on my stoop or in my hammock when the weather is nice enough, watch the birds and other wildlife, and read. My neighbors and I all know each other, and I give the hairy eyeball to the kids who walk to and from the high school up the block, because sometimes they litter.  I think it’s heartening to have a Reputation in town.  When people see me out at town events taking pictures, they feel relaxed and know I’m probably going to send them off to Town Hall and post a few to the local FaceBook groups.  I’ve told my town officials and police department I’m available to help with questions or concerns anyone has regarding our new ERPO, because a lot of folks are concerned and many people don’t understand how it can help.  I go to town hall meetings elsewhere in the state so I can take what I see and hear back here to these people, and be here in case I can help this tiny little town struggling to come to terms with its sudden Hugeness.

Frederick, Colorado was chosen by USA TODAY to be the 6th-best city in the country to live (and the number one in Colorado). Our population has increased by just over 32% in the past five years (that includes us, since we moved here five years ago on Miner’s Day this past September).  Based on the number of new homes going up, scheduled for platting, and trending, that percentage is likely to increase over the next five years.  It is imperative that we build a framework and network now to help our community cope with existing stresses as well as the stresses the future will bring.  Complaining about inadequacies or things that we are all fretful about will not effect the positive change we all need and desire, but reaching out and letting everyone know we all have a vested interest in sharing the very human struggle of making our home comfortable and safe makes a profound difference.

I don’t have a Grand Agenda in doing this. I’m not following THE DEMOCRATIC PARTY or forwarding occult morals (if there really is such a thing, in over three decades of scouring some really weird places for information on the occult I have never heard of it), and I’m not in the habit of endorsing self-help gurus beyond the occasional reckoning I give anyone that has good advice…if they have good advice.   I am simply acting a Person who is clambering and careening through life like we all are, who has ideas on how we can make things better and more bearable, and instead of sighing sadly into my tea or beating my breast against the Injustice Of It All I am getting back out into the world and doing something.  I certainly do have my personal ethics and morals and hopes for the future…but I am far too humbled by all the various laptop explosions in my life (both the ones I caused and the ones that sundry external pressures and situations just tumbled onto me) to know melodrama just takes up too much time and energy.  Good for art, not good for life.  No, the best I can hope for in doing this is to bring some joy to a few people with my photos, make a few people think a little more with my articles, make a few friends in town, and teach a few people that even if you make mistakes in life it’s ok.  I have made many mistakes; some of them were humdingers.  And I still reach out even though it’s uncomfortable because the alternative is clearly even more uncomfortable and not working out very well.  An awful lot of people make a lot of money doing what I do, but that’s not my goal right now.  I’m no guru and I’m not politician. Paying my bills with what I do would be nice, but it’s more important to me to show my neighbors that we have a golden opportunity here to make a powerful difference.  Not just in our direct community as we grow, but in our county, and  Colorado, and maybe even this crazy nation we call home.  It can work for us here in our cozy little town, and it can work everywhere.frederickatsunset

Cold War Kids
“Complainer”
Don’t sit around and complain about it
I can’t stand, waiting around to dance, uh-huh
Don’t wanna talk, already know what I want
You got big plans but you never take a chance, uh-huh
When will you stop wondering who you are?
I showed you mine, now show me yours
Are you down to get serious?
Your wild life, coast to coast
Make it last, let’s take it slow
I can’t stand, waiting around to dance, uh-huh
When will you stop and look at the one you got?
You say you want to change this world
Well, do you really believe in magic?
But you can only change yourself
Don’t sit around and complain about it
All your friends, they got the nicest things, uh-huh
Travel a lot, I don’t understand their job
In suspense, slipping right through my hands, uh-huh
When will you stop wondering what they thought?
I showed you mine, now show me yours
Are you down to get spiritual?
Flying high, but I’m confused
You weren’t always dripping in jewels
All of your friends, they got the nicest things, uh huh
Just don’t expect them to pick up the check
You say you want to change this world
Well, do you really believe in magic?
But you can only change yourself
Don’t sit around and complain about it
Now you’re out on your own, don’t know where you belong
Don’t sit around and complain about it
You say you want to change this world
Don’t sit around and complain about it
Don’t sit around, sit around
Don’t sit around and complain, no (don’t sit around)
Don’t sit around, sit around
Don’t sit around and complain about it
You say you want to change this world
Well, you must really believe in magic
Stand up and show them who you are
Don’t sit around and complain about it
Now you’re out on your own, don’t know where you belong
Don’t sit around and complain about it
You say you want to change this world
Don’t sit around and complain about it
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Asa Taccone / Bonnie Leigh Mckee / David Quon / Lars Stalfors / Matthew Michael Compton / Nathan Andrew Willett
Complainer lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing

Published by: The Science Witch

Witchery is science, and science is witchery.  My journey through this mortal coil is nothing more than transforming myself from one state to another.  Through that transformation I transform others; I also transform the world around me.  I do this through various means that can be considered arcane: my thoughts transform my very brain by way of electrical currents and chemical signals.  My hands transform my world through the actions of physics and chemistry by way of the magic of cooking and the application of the arcane potions of makeup and hairspray.  My actions nurture or destroy by way of kindness or apathy or discipline.  Of myself or others.  This blog is all about that.  And the story behind how I found all of it out...

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One thought on “No Complaints In A Day In The Life”

  1. I’m sorry that you have fought with so many computer issues in the recent past, that can definitely be frustrating and disheartening! I know, I’ve been there (although it was only one laptop… unfortunately, at the time, my only laptop lol). I think this was a great read. When I first read through it I couldn’t help by die laughing by your reference to Windsor, Colorado and the fact that it parallels Windsor, Ontario so perfectly. What’s in a name, right? Haha! I live in Windsor/Essex and while the area does have a fairly diverse population, they are so carefully segregated in their ‘areas’ around the city. Then, if you venture out into the small towns around it, you feel like you’re stepping back in time as you notice no sign of diversification once again. It’s like they are trying to keep everyone else at a distance, protecting their town from what they call (and I’ve heard this exact phrase used multiple times) ‘those people’. You can imagine the comments I heard at first moving into one of said small towns as a tattooed, blue-haired Pagan. The area has a long way to go!

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