It's the phrase "childlike wonder"
I was just listening to the Fireman's Sing the Changes. The chorus mumbles something about childlike wonder. It gladdens my cold, cynical heart. Not because I feel childlike wonder, but because it reminds me of the heyday of Fake Steve Jobs, before Lyons was dragged out into the lights, before the economy went down in flames and before Actual Steve stepped down because was so ill. Back when Steve Jobs, fake or real, was pretty amusing.
This has been a dismal month, in spite of some highlights. Here, let me help you out – when things go badly, my sense of humour kicks in. I'm a few days short of being thirty and feeling a little lackluster about, not the age, but the timing.
One day I was set to spend the day in Vienna with the then-boyfriend, and I walked out of the office the day before. "Call me if he proposes!" a friend yelled from her desk. We both laughed. I remember calling her the next morning from snowy Vienna; my friend sounded sleepy.
"I said I'd call you"
This morning was like a surreal parody of that morning – a layer of ice an inch thick on the car, the parking lot a sheet of ice. It took half an hour and three people to get out onto the street. We laughed. I drove to work at 25 mph, and couldn't bring myself to mind any of it very much.