Song Lyric Sunday — Vanity

Actually, the theme for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday is not “vanity.” It’s “bragging.” But I don’t think it’s much of a stretch to go from bragging (a verb) to vanity (a noun). After all, vanity is excessive pride in one’s appearance, qualities, abilities, achievements, etc. And such excessive pride can often result in bragging. Am I right or what?

And speaking about vanity, what song portrays vanity better than Carly Simon’s 1972 mega-hit, “You’re So Vain”?

The song was written and performed by Carly Simon and released in November 1972 on Elektra Records. It’s is a critical profile of a self-absorbed lover about whom Simon asserts, “You’re so vain, you probably think this song is about you.”

While there’s been a lot of speculation regarding the subject of the song, Simon has hinted that it refers to three different men, only one of whom, actor Warren Beatty, has she named publicly.

And here are the lyrics:

You walked into the party
Like you were walking on a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf, it was apricot
You had one eye on the mirror
And watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they’d be your partner
They’d be your partner, and

You’re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain,
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you?
Don’t you?

Oh, you had me several years ago
When I was still naive
Well, you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved
And one of them was me
I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and

You’re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain, you’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you?
Don’t you?

Well I hear you went to Saratoga
And your horse, naturally, won
Then you flew your Learjet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well, you’re where you should be all the time
And when you’re not, you’re with some underworld spy
Or the wife of a close friend,
Wife of a close friend, and

You’re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain, you’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you?
Don’t you?

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Humdrum and Ho-Hum

1E959609-88DF-44C0-8F67-2A4EA53C23D4My biggest fear when I retired at the end of last year was boredom. After all, I’d spent close to the last 50 years as an active member of the workforce. I had a job to do, I knew how to do it, and I was damn good at it.

And then, just like that, I retired. What to do, what to do?

I did not want to succumb to boredom, so I set as a personal goal to find ways to exercise both my body and my mind.

The good news with respect to the body is that I have a wife who is an exercise nut and she encourages me to get up off my butt and to keep moving. I also have a dog that demands to be walked multiple times a day, ensuring that I achieve at least 10,000 steps daily.

But what about exercising the mind? As a new retiree, I wanted a way to keep my mind active, engaged, and alert. And that’s where this blog comes in.

When I first started this blog in May, one of my primary purposes was to provide a platform for me to express my views, opinions, and perspectives on topics that matter to me. I also wanted to establish a creative outlet for self-expression and to dabble in flash fiction. But most important, I wanted — needed — something to challenge my brain, to keep my neurons transmitting and the synapses firing. Something that might stave off the mental deterioration of old age.

And something that would enable me to not succumb to the humdrum and ho-hum.


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “succumb.”

The End of Days

0D065186-57E6-4961-9F15-52DBDE48D4A0The cloaked figure stood absolutely still. She looked across the bleak, barren landscape. The last of autumn’s leaves were falling from the trees and winter’s cold grip would soon be upon her. She knew that she would not last the season.

The only signs of life were the blackbirds circling in front of the large white orb suspended in the mostly white sky. Was she the only land creature remaining? How could what had once been so beautiful and so hospitable have become so unwelcoming, so desolate?

She was hungry and tired. She couldn’t remember the last time she ate or slept. She was lonely and alone. She was unable to recall when she last saw or spoke to another survivor. She couldn’t face another day.

She removed her cloak, and laid it upon the hard soil beneath where she stood. Her frail, weakened body was barely able to hold her up anymore, so she carefully kneeled down, her knees on the cloak. She bowed her head, and said one last prayer, a prayer that she knew would go unheard by a god she was now sure never existed.

She laid herself flat on her back on her cloak, taking one last look at the sky that before the beginning of the end used to be blue. Then she closed her eyes and almost eagerly awaited the release that death would bring.


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “cloaked.” Sorry for the bleak theme. Image credit: mary1826 on Pixabay

New Job

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When Stacy walked through the door, her husband, Nick, could immediately sense that all was not well.

She went to hang her coat on the antique coat rack just inside the front door but she missed the hook and the coat fell to the floor. That’s when Stacy burst into tears.

Nick ran over to his wife and flung his arms around her. “I take it your first day on the new job didn’t go so well,” he said, hugging his wife.

Stacy finally got her sobbing under control. She leaned her head on Nick’s broad shoulder. “Actually, it was close to perfect. Even exceptional.”

“So are these tears of joy?” asked Nick.

“Not even close,” Stacy responded.

Nick ushered Stacy into the living room and motioned for her to sit on the couch. He sat down next to her. “Tell me what happened.”

“When I got there, the receptionist took me directly to the office of the editor-in-chief,” Stacy explained. “She couldn’t have been more warm and welcoming and told me how she was looking forward to having me on her staff.”

Stacy took a deep breath in an effort to regain her composure. “After talking for about a half hour, she personally gave me a tour around the editorial department. Everyone I met was so pleasant and friendly. She showed me to my workspace, gave me a list of assignments to work on, and explained how to access the rough drafts on the system.”

“That sounds great,” Nick said.

“It was,” Stacy responded. “I got right to work. I loved it. A few of the other copy editors asked me to join them for lunch, which I did. They are really nice, genuine people.”

“So…?”

Tears once again started streaming down Stacy’s cheeks. “At around 3:00, the owner of the magazine called everyone into the large conference room for an important announcement. That was when we all learned that the magazine had just been acquired by a large publishing conglomerate.”

“Oh wow,” Nick said.

“And that’s when they announced that our little magazine was going to cease production because it overlapped with one of their existing publications. Some of the writers and editors, they told us, would be offered positions at their other magazines.”

Stacy took a moment to compose herself before continuing. “But most of the staff, including me, of course, were let go. Effective immediately. Only those who had worked there for more than three months would receive severance.”

“Yikes,” said Nick, shaking his head.

“So today was my first and last day at my new job,” Stacy sighed.

“Exceptional,” said Nick.


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “exceptional.”

Seven Facts

A few weeks ago, Suze over at Obsolete Childhood nominated me for something called the “One Lovely Blog Award.”

To be honest, I have mixed feelings about blog awards. It’s always an honor to be nominated by a peer. I appreciate that someone would think enough of my posts to make such a nomination. But there are a lot of blog awards out there and there are many bloggers who are as deserving — or more deserving — than me to receive recognition for their consistently entertaining, informative, funny, and provocative work.

But thank you, Suze, for the mention.

In the meantime, there are rules for those so honored with this nomination. They are:

  • Mention and thank the blogger who nominated you and link their blog. Check
  • Add the One Lovely Blog Award to your post. Check
  • Share seven facts about yourself. Check
  • Pass this on to as many people as you can (max 15).
  • Include this set of rules. Check
  • Inform your nominees. Check

You may have noticed that I didn’t check “pass this on to as many people as you can.” I’m going to bend this rule and declare that anyone who reads this post should consider himself or herself to be nominated for the One Lovely Blog Award. That probably won’t be more than 15 anyway.

So seven facts about me:

  1. I’m a septuagenarian.
  2. I’m retired.
  3. I’ve been married for 40 years.
  4. I have two adult kids.
  5. I have a dog and a cat.
  6. I live in a large city. I know that to be true because it has professional football, baseball, and basketball teams.
  7. I’m a liberal but I’m registered as an independent.

Okay. Now, readers, it’s your turn. Each of you should post seven facts about yourselves. Don’t be shy!