Keeping the promise

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It’s been a long week.

Not a bad week, by any stretch of the imagination, but rather a long, hard-worked week.

And so here I sit on the couch, home alone except for Ted the Labradoodle perched on the back of the couch, as if he were a cat for crissakes. I am listening to “The Promise,” the new/old Bruce Springsteen release, a gift from the most patient husband in the world, who rides the waves of my ups and downs like a champion surfer.

Music cranked up loud; sun shining through windows; cup of coffee steaming. Ah, this is a reward for which it’s worth working hard.

I’ve got a list of things to write about, a list that goes on and on, jammed with pieces on subjects both volatile and benign.

But I can’t write anything on my list, not right now.

Bruce is singing “Fire.”

I can do little more than quickly move my fingers over the keyboard with the joy I feel listening to this amazing recording. It’s hard to explain, but listening to this I feel young and fresh and in love all over again, all goose-bumped and giddy.

So, excuse me.

Screw the world for a bit. Screw working and deadlines and websites and writing wondrous prose.

The Boss has me under his spell, and he’s singing just for me.

About Maria Stuart 211 Articles
Journalist Maria Stuart lives in Howell. She worked at The Livingston County Press/Livingston County Daily Press & Argus as a reporter, editor and managing editor from 1990-2009. She is often spotted holding court at Uptown Coffeehouse. You can check out her website by clicking here.