I’m rushing out to go to work last Friday when my eyeglasses break. This isn’t the screw coming out, for which I have tools for fixing the problem – assuming I can find the screw, and the tools. No, this break severed the screw. AND I can’t find the lens because I don’t have my glasses. The Wife comes to my aid.
I seek older pairs of my eyewear. Even days later, I discover: 1) the previous pair of glasses is MIA; 2) the pair before that is broken. I found a couple of eyeglasses cases that are empty. Discovered an old pair from, a decade ago? or longer? that The Daughter thinks are scary because they’re much larger on my face. If I had my photos in order, I could find a photo of me wearing them.
Got through the weekend with the ancient pair. Not so hard to use at the computer, but it’s a challenge reading music at church on Sunday, especially the offertory in 5/4. Fortunately, the anthem was “Come Thy Holy Spirit” by Pavel Tschesnokoff, which I first sang 45 YEARS AGO. (Lots of versions online as “Let Thy Holy Spirit“.)
In other words, breaking the glasses was not “The end of the world,” especially after I get them fixed Monday.
Sad news: Warren Olin died Sunday afternoon. He was the patriarch of the Olin clan, eldest of eight children, and the family genealogist who discovered his ninth generation ancestors John Olin and Susannah Spencer, and wrote the book – actually two books – about them and their descendants. Warren was the older brother of my mother-in-law, and my wife’s uncle.
Oddly, though, he didn’t want any funeral or public event, much to The Wife’s surprise. We’re sure all the branches of the clan would have wanted to acknowledge his passing. I can only gather that he didn’t want to be a bother.
(For my departure, you can make all the civilized ruckus you want. I’m requesting Chopin’s “Raindrop” Prelude in D flat Major, Op.28 No.15, which someone was playing after church this weekend.)
Some friend of my niece Alexandria was noting the passing of a huge asteroid by the Earth this past Sunday.
peaking about “The Beast”, [an expert] said: “This one would definitely be catastrophic if it hit the Earth…
“If it hit a city, it would definitely wipe out an entire metropolitan area.”
The explosion would unleash an explosion with a yield of about 2000 megatons.
“You’d end up with a crater about 4.8km (~3 miles) across… An event like that would break windows over 100 kilometres (~62 miles) away.”
Alex’s friend complained: “So why am I only finding out about this NOW?” The facts were known by astronomers two weeks ago. I wondered, “What would you do if you knew?”
Now if we knew this, or a subsequent large asteroid, WERE going to hit the earth, I wonder how we would live our lives differently?
All this, of course, had me thinking about music. I Googled End of the World music. Naturally, I got that REM song. But that wasn’t what I was wanted.
I had on my mind The End of the World by Skeeter Davis, which came out in early 1963. It is considered the most successful crossover hit ever, going to #2 on both the country and pop charts, #1 on the adult contemporary charts, and, surprisingly, #4 on the rhythm and blues charts, “making Davis one of the very few Caucasian female singers to have a top ten hit in that market.” I love the set on this live version.
10 thoughts on “The end of the world”
I was really young when Skeeter Davis’ song was a hit, and yet I know it. Persistence of others’ memories?
Anyway, you said, “For my departure, you can make all the civilized ruckus you want.” When I go, I’ll haunt anyone who doesn’t many an uncivilised ruckus…
“The End of the World” is also the favorite song of Dot Wiggin, leader of that fantabulous sibling band the Shaggs. (And to prove it, she covered it on her new album “Ready! Get! Go!”)
I like this free-association type post. 🙂
NYE- I like to change it up…
my sunglasses broke, the plastic just broke off.
We have become aware of the big asteroids whizzing by. Maybe one day one of them will hit. Can’t stop it from happening. Oh well. Back to worrying about things I can do something about.
If the end of the world was imminent, it would certainly take care of many of the problems I’m having today! As for those *final instructions*, I’ve put together some notes and preferences so others don’t have to make those decisions. Is it sacrilegious to play Norman Greenbaum’s Spirit in the Sky at a funeral? 🙂
No, Lisa, it is NOT sacrilegious!