Lyrics for Monday and Sammamish River Walk

See You Down the Road 

By Greta Gothard 

Oh when the daylight fades to twilight

twilight into night

I never passed the time so swiftly as

I have with you tonight

And when they’ve called out the closing

it’s like no time has flown

and when the chance it comes to meet again

I’ll see you down the road

Until we meet once again, my friend

I’ll see you down the road

whether it be so near or far away

I’ll see you down the road

whether it be so near or far away

I’ll see you down the road

And when the darkness fades to dawning

dawning into sun

when e’ere I think of times together shared

I’ll smile when day is done

And may the sun shine down upon you

warm without and warm within

and though the road be long and winding oh

I know we’ll meet again

Until we meet once again, my friend

I’ll see you down the road

whether it be so near or far away

I’ll see you down the road

whether it be so near or far away

I’ll see you down the road

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My Monday morning was quiet, laundry, some other chores, and I finished reading The City & the City, about which people could write critical books -- about how history and geography are constructed, about how the way people see the city they're trained and expect to see is also true of the way people see the genre they're trained and expect to see when reading books (my husband thought there was actual science fiction involved, I don't think there was a whiff of it) -- though I don't believe any city cop discusses semiotics even in cit(ies) as unique as Beszel/Ul Qoma. I needed to pick up a prescription at CVS, so since we were over by the path, we walked for an hour on the Sammamish River Walk to see the changing leaves and the herons, ducks, and bunnies who live there.

 

We got home just as the Mariners-Blue Jays game seven was starting, and ate dinner (frozen chicken and tater tots) in front of the TV. That did not help the Mariners, sadly, though Raleigh and Rodriguez had their moments, and there will be no World Series here. The wrong Seattle team won tonight -- the Seahawks beat the Texans -- but we didn't watch Monday Night Football. Instead we're now several episodes into The Residence, which is hilarious, a murder mystery screwball comedy of manners with Uzo Aduba being a genius, Giancarlo Esposito being a tight-ass, Randall Park being Randall Park, a fictional Hugh Jackman, a real Kylie Minogue, and America's first gay president. We took an hour break for Watson, which is fine, but I want a better Sherlock Holmes storyline.