OMG. Have been a shut-in for too long. Having the flu is a good reason to stay inside but it’s gone to my brain. I just cried my eyeballs out WATCHING AMERICAN IDOL. Before you delete me permanently, let me explain.
This contestant, a brilliant young man with a big old voice, came on stage. I barely glanced up from my computer. And then he sang … and the tears started. He sang, “A House Is Not A Home“, and he sounded just like Luther Vandross. I love this song and I realized, while he was singing, it explains what I cannot. Tried in the past, but just keep it to myself now.
“A chair is still a chair
Even when there’s no one sitting there
And a house is not a home
When there’s no one there to hold you tight
And no one there to kiss goodnight.
Burt Bacharach and Hal David wrote this; enlightened men, indeed. But that’s not my point.
I have a house.
I want a home.