The Other Woman

I had a wonderful night with J. Trav. My favorite moment was when he announced to the room for everyone to watch his new favorite thing to do. He then proceeded to casually hand Rebekah an envelope, and then violently hit it out of her hand. It was the funniest thing that happened all week. Maybe it is one of those moments that doesn't translate when retold and is therefore void of funny, but I am still laughing while the moment replays in my mind.

This week I have been listening to alot of Devendra. I got the album a while ago (thank you Lee) but have only recently paid close attention to the lyrical content. I feel this song is as close to my situation as any song will ever get. I realized the beauty in this song on my long drive to work.

"I walk with my head down
I mumble all the words
I keep my feelings to myself only

I never stand my ground
I just stand around
If you love me then why won't you hold me

Everything and everyone around me is changing
Now that I've been the other woman

Your music rides ten horses in the sky
And gallops through the evening
You, you have no side for me to stand by
In space, I see you and her

And everything and everyone around me is changing
Now that I've been the other woman
Oh now that I've been the other woman

Like a newlywed hummingbird
Building its home
Stick by stick above the river

You are green, you are red
You are purple you are blue
You are gold you are silver

Well my eyes are made of lemons
My tears are made of limes
You love me, you hate me, I'm losing my mind

I've sailed the sea of love aboard the ship of hopes
I'm a skipper, I'm the captain, I'm the crew

And everything and everyone around me is changing
Now that I've been the other woman
Oh now that I am the other woman

I will always be the other woman
I'll never be the only woman
The only woman..."

The Other Woman by Devendra Banhart

I am sitting at the breakfast table with Sam and he is eating the leftover pancakes that I made just for him yesterday morning. He hasn't quite mastered the fork yet and is having me poke each piece of pancake so that he can akwardly steer the sharp metal towards his tiny mouth. It makes me nervous every time he does it. We both take pleasure when he tries to make a sentence, such as, "Courtney...play..." I then say...."Do you want to get down from the table and go play?" His face illuminates and he says as clear as an adult, "Yes!" It makes me so happy that I understand and that he knows that I understand. If only that could work with everyone else in my life. They could try to explain a situation, I could understand, and they would exclaim, "Yes!" Both of our hearts would soar from workable communication and for that brief moment all would be right with the world. I am so glad that it is Friday. I have nothing to do tomorrow and I want to walk alot and take pictures. My sister just texted me so maybe I will see her. I also want to clean. First my room, then the kitchen, then my bathroom. Maybe I will bake something too. All very interesting brilliant ideas flowing from my extremely interesting and brilliant mind.

-"Courtney...milk...."
-"Do you want me to pour you some more milk?"
-"Yes!"