An unveiling of artifacts

The Tale of the Librarian's Fifth Wife is collection of moments, an assemblage of events, a bread basket of words, a swap meet of scraps left behind from a beautiful romance that will help clue you in to the real deal, to the life of two star crossed lovers that has already been lived and left behind. For the moment, anyway.


Our lives lie scattered over several states and a half a case worth of decades. It's not so much a want as a need to do this, to gather together the splinters and the shards of our times and share them here with you. Those bits and pieces of flotsam and jetsam found below in this winsome log are the bits and pieces of our times, a smattering of the trinkets of the love that Jane and I gathered up over the course of five long hard years. How they come to you now is in a story of sorts, a type of autobiographical fiction, with images cadged from places other than our satchel. Give it time, photos, sepia, wrinkled, pocket worn, are yet to come.


So, what else is there to do but get out that cobbled together blanket of dreams from the back of the car, spread it out under the branches of our favorite green and noble Oregon Maple tree that we both loved and share these words and tales of those long ago times with you. It was a wonderful time. Sit a spell, grab your spectacles and come ride along with us for awhile.

Love, Jane, the Professora and Roger, the Wild Half Mexican Boy



Sunday, August 16, 2009

"Love you out loud" Rascal Flatts, Goodwill '09, Bataan Park '06 and life in-between


You know that a song is catchy when you wake up and it's playing in your head. What was it? 12:30? I was thirsty from too much curry and wine and the lights were still on all over the house. I had been watching a strange Hong Kong sci-fi film earlier and had fallen asleep. I woke up knowing that the cat had to come in, that my teeth needed to be brushed and that I was parched. It was then that that song hit me. The chorus came in loud and clear.



It was long overdue finding that album. I came across it last Saturday at Goodwill. I was doing my daily prowl for cookbooks and movies and decided to hit up the cd's, too. Don't generally because of the price break but it's not retail so there. Apparently it was part of that day's restock. Melt. I had never seen Rascall Flatts albums out there before. Wasn't interested in any of their albums but that one. I suppose to have seen me discover it would have been a treat. A boy on Christmas morning was definitely the look I had on my face.



It's was that song, though, that made it such a big deal. Love you out loud. You told me, oh, back in November of '06 that you put that album on hold for me. We were sitting in your car. It was rainy out that day. You told me that you wanted me to hear that one song. That that song was how you felt, that no matter what happened between us that you still felt that way. I suppose I couldn't wait, or got peevish or something but after a few months I took the record off my hold list. Regretted it, as I couldn't remember who or what it was that I was looking for. One day I came across it on a hold list, not the album but the song on C/W compliation. I stole away to the librarian's room, jacked that album into a portable deck and was transported back to that moment at Bataan Park when you told me about it.



I know that this blog is just what that song is about. I know that it must seem out of turn at times, as I give so much away here, but hon, with these words I am letting the world know of my devotion, that I am still in love with you, and that no matter what happens, no matter where I go or what I do that if I had my druthers, I would love you out loud, too. These words, stumbled on by few or many is my platform to stand on, to shout it out to the world "I love you, M!"



Finding that record was beyond magical. I sat in my car and jacked in that cd, forwarded it to that song and there you were. Thanks for thinking of me, for putting that record on hold. Sorry I couldn't wait for it then, but waiting, well, that's what I do best.


Your WHMB


Love You Out Loud by Rascall Flatts

"I, I've always been a little shy
I’ve always been the quiet type till now
And I, I, I, I never let my feelings show
I never let anybody know
Just how much I was so deep in love
But now that you’re in my arms

Chorus I’m gonna stand on a rooftop, climb up a mountaintop

Baby, scream and shout I wanna sing it on the radio, show it on a video
Baby, leave no doubt I want the whole world to know just what I’m all about
I love to love you out loud
You keep bringing out the free in me
What you do to my heart just makes me melt
And I, I, I, I don’t think I can resist
But I’ve never been one to kiss and tell
Our love is true can’t be subdued
So I’m gonna let out a yell

(Repeat Chorus)

Bridge

Baby, I want the whole world to see
Just how good your love looks on me

(Repeat Chorus)

Baby, I love to love you out loud
Yeah, I love to love you out loud "

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