Today I am revisiting my Palm Springs trip. Please check out Part ONE, ROAD MUSIC (CLICK HERE) and Part TWO, A VIDEO GOODBYE TO KIKA (CLICK HERE) if you haven't already. It has been a few days since I posted about my beautiful P.S. experience, but today I feel a special urgency to share more.
Yesterday was about my NIECE, THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL IN THE WORLD and the day before that was ALL ABOUT MY KIKA on the 3rd anniversary of our life together. Then before that was NEW YEARS AND A LOOK BACK AT 6 OF MY ALLTIME FAVORITES IN A FEW OF MY FAVE GENRES and MORRISEY's DIAL A CLICHÉ ON NEW YEAR'S EVE. All of these postings have been special for me and I have held back on posting more ideas to give everyone a chance to check them out. Please take as much time as you can and listen to the lyrics of all the LOOK BACKs. Please revisit any of those posts by linking through the capitalized letters.
So then we get back to P.S. Day 2 it was warm enough to strip down at the pool and go for a swim. I used to compete in swimming and was quite a competitor. My swimming career became derailed after my Freshman year at Princeton University. I will be posting more about the derailment MUCH later.
My point here is that I have not been swimming much in the past years. Something I used to love doing became a sad memory for me. I have always felt that I quit too early. What if???? If only???? This has haunted me in dreams and during waking hours over the years.
That day in P.S. it had been at least 6 months since I had gotten into a bathing suit. I swam a few times over the summer, but the outdoor pool where I swim in West Hollywood has been closed due to gym renovations over the past few months.
I got the idea of asking ME to film me while I swam a couple of laps of butterfly. I got so excited and carried away at the thought of being filmed while swimming. I was bursting with excited energy. It was a glorious day. I was reliving my past. And today I relieve that recent day. IT IS YESTERDAY ONCE MORE, just like The Carpenters relate in their song. This is one of many of my all time Carpenter's tunes. I have always loved the bittersweet melancholy of Karen's voice. It haunts me just like the What ifs???? and If onlys???? have over the years. Every sha la- la- la, every whoa- wo- wo if you will...