I keep wishing the blossoms back on the trees.
Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older, then we wouldn’t have to wait so long.
That Beach Boys’ song came on today at work. I don’t think Brian Wilson* ever sang about the excitement of maybe starting a savings account together. Or apprehension at the possibility of your boyfriend getting a really amazing job in Philadelphia. Or worrying that you’ll never get your place on 6th street or 9th street and that everyone in Philadelphia will hate you and that all the jobs will be in cubicles.
. . . Maybe we could liiiiiiiive together. . . Oh, wouldn’t it beee niiiiice. . .
Sam says it’s the ultimate goal.
“Two people, one bedroom.”
They don’t even mention the part where you have to clear out some of your stuff so your boyfriend’s stuff will have a spot . Or how nice it will be to have both of your wardrobes in a central location. Or how all the logistics will be easier and whoever gets home first can start dinner. . . .
The Beach Boys are old now-- like Beach Grandpas****. In the late autumns of their lives, they probably aren’t wishing to be older, but instead wishing friends back into lives, lovers back into beds, babies back into play-pens, hair back onto heads, blossoms back onto trees.
I just want to be here for a while.
*not to be confused with my lover, and anchor of the NBC Nightly News, Brian Williams**
**not to be confused with my boyfriend, and MSNBC personality, Carl Quintanina***
***I have a thing for newsmen
****Wouldn’t it be nice if they were older and could live together in the same assisted living community?