Tuesdays With Mozart: "She's So High"

"She's so high, high above me,
She's so lovely;
She's so high, like Cleopatra,
Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite."
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"She's So High" by Tal Bachman

Not So Graceful

On my desk sits a membership enrollment form to AARP. It's been perched there, leering at me for over a week now and I can't decide what to do with it. Do I fill it out and mail it, or do I toss it in the trash? I mean, 56 isn't elderly. Right? I think of elderly as 70 and beyond. That gives me 14 more years until I have to concede to the harsh reality that I'm no longer 36, or even 46. Hell, I've just made friends with being middle-aged and now I have to embrace being a senior? It's hard because, according to television commercials, I also have to start thinking about burial insurance.

I'm giving myself one more week to sort this out with myself.

Well, Feckin' Duh!

It just occurred to me why I've lost inspiration and passion for my art. It started in the mid-1980s when I started listening to all that New Age weebie-wobie crap about happiness being our birthright as human beings. That may well be for regular people, but the muse never kisses the completed, fulfilled artistic soul. I'm sorry, I didn't make the rules, that's just facts. No wonder the arts are taking a beating. A recent poll conducted by the Pew Research Center shows that almost 85% of Americans believe that they are happy. And that's just sad...