"Rainy Days and Mondays" - The Carpenters
I wanted to write about this on the day it happened, but I guess I wasn't quite ready yet.
It was early in the evening, but the sun was still out as I walked by the empty, two-story building on Lake Ave. A place that used to be filled with a distinct aroma of coffee beans mixed with the "old library book" smell. A place that used to be lined with hardwood floors, tan walls, red lettering and shelves upon shelves stacked with plenty of distractions that we often visited to "get away."
I remember losing you as you disappeared behind the aisle of comic books and graphic novels while I scurried passed the books for the gossip magazines and pretty stationary. I would wander to the children's section to see if there was something there to help out the little ones (I wonder if they still use the flashcards). Then head up the stairs to the clearance rack wondering what in the world I would do with a cookbook and shuffling through pages upon pages of art, nature, people, and other collectible memorabilia selling for $5.99 (and still wouldn't buy it). I remember still finding you in the same spot after I traveled throughout the store and back. I remember finally discovering the beauty of memoirs and short stories and experiencing the joy of reading for the first time since the 6th grade.
I remember being an 11-year old kid in a new school. I wore braces, had acne and weighed more than any girl in my class. I almost didn't want to go at all because I was so afraid of being the odd one out without many friends on my side. So, my mom ordered books from Weekly Reader to keep me company. I remember opening the door to see a square, white box sitting on the porch and how happy it would make me feel to know that I received a fresh new batch of books to take with me. I read them all from cover to cover, well except the Ramona series (funny how I never got into this one considering Ramona was definitely odd like me). I even remember the day I stopped reading. I was sitting on the bleachers mid-year through 7th grade when a boy came up and sat next to me. I remember being embarrassed and trying to cover up the book entitled, "Heartbreakers" with my sweater. He asked to go for a walk to get a soda and the rest was history. I forgot about my passion for reading over a boy.
I think of this moment now that I write this because it seems kinda ironic (I'm not even sure if I'm using this word correctly so correct me if I'm wrong). I lost my desire to read because of a boy and rediscovered it almost 20 years later because of a boy too: You. So you can imagine with this sort of history behind it, just how unbelievably heartbreaking it was for me to walk right passed it to see it all gone. I feel silly for even feeling so sad about a store, but it was more than than just an ordinary bookstore. It was my "new school" that I thought I would never fit into until suddenly without even trying, in the midst of it all, I found the 6th grader in me surrounded by stories upon stories all over again.
Lyrics:
Talkin' to myself and feelin' old
Sometimes I'd like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down
What I've got they used to call the blues
Nothin' is really wrong
Feelin' like I don't belong
Walkin' around
Some kind of lonely clown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down
Funny but it seems I always wind up here
with you
Nice to know somebody loves me
Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me
What I feel has come and gone before
No need to talk it out
We know what it's all about
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down
Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me
What I feel has come and gone before
No need to talk it out
We know what it's all about
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down
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I wanted to write about this on the day it happened, but I guess I wasn't quite ready yet.
It was early in the evening, but the sun was still out as I walked by the empty, two-story building on Lake Ave. A place that used to be filled with a distinct aroma of coffee beans mixed with the "old library book" smell. A place that used to be lined with hardwood floors, tan walls, red lettering and shelves upon shelves stacked with plenty of distractions that we often visited to "get away."
I remember losing you as you disappeared behind the aisle of comic books and graphic novels while I scurried passed the books for the gossip magazines and pretty stationary. I would wander to the children's section to see if there was something there to help out the little ones (I wonder if they still use the flashcards). Then head up the stairs to the clearance rack wondering what in the world I would do with a cookbook and shuffling through pages upon pages of art, nature, people, and other collectible memorabilia selling for $5.99 (and still wouldn't buy it). I remember still finding you in the same spot after I traveled throughout the store and back. I remember finally discovering the beauty of memoirs and short stories and experiencing the joy of reading for the first time since the 6th grade.
I remember being an 11-year old kid in a new school. I wore braces, had acne and weighed more than any girl in my class. I almost didn't want to go at all because I was so afraid of being the odd one out without many friends on my side. So, my mom ordered books from Weekly Reader to keep me company. I remember opening the door to see a square, white box sitting on the porch and how happy it would make me feel to know that I received a fresh new batch of books to take with me. I read them all from cover to cover, well except the Ramona series (funny how I never got into this one considering Ramona was definitely odd like me). I even remember the day I stopped reading. I was sitting on the bleachers mid-year through 7th grade when a boy came up and sat next to me. I remember being embarrassed and trying to cover up the book entitled, "Heartbreakers" with my sweater. He asked to go for a walk to get a soda and the rest was history. I forgot about my passion for reading over a boy.
I think of this moment now that I write this because it seems kinda ironic (I'm not even sure if I'm using this word correctly so correct me if I'm wrong). I lost my desire to read because of a boy and rediscovered it almost 20 years later because of a boy too: You. So you can imagine with this sort of history behind it, just how unbelievably heartbreaking it was for me to walk right passed it to see it all gone. I feel silly for even feeling so sad about a store, but it was more than than just an ordinary bookstore. It was my "new school" that I thought I would never fit into until suddenly without even trying, in the midst of it all, I found the 6th grader in me surrounded by stories upon stories all over again.
Lyrics:Talkin' to myself and feelin' old
Sometimes I'd like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down
What I've got they used to call the blues
Nothin' is really wrong
Feelin' like I don't belong
Walkin' around
Some kind of lonely clown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down
Funny but it seems I always wind up here
with you
Nice to know somebody loves me
Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me
What I feel has come and gone before
No need to talk it out
We know what it's all about
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down
Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me
What I feel has come and gone before
No need to talk it out
We know what it's all about
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down
http://www.elyricsworld.com/rainy_days_and_mondays_lyrics_carpenters.html
http://www.dvdsetshop.com/products/The-Carpenters-DVD-Collection-DVDS-2354.html
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