For some unknown reason that song kept singing to me yesterday. . So, of course, I had to Google it. Discovered this: “The song talks about following your dreams that seem like they would never be achievable, to do what’s right and to be willing to go through hell itself in order to reach your ultimate goal which is referred to as the unreachable star.” Hmmmmm. To be perfectly clear, I am not going through hell. Spoke to George, my new financial advisor, to learn that I was richer than I thought, and of course, I have a defined benefit retirement from the County of Marin, with great medical and dental benefits. But as I said to George:
Me: If this thing does not work out, it doesn’t matter as everything is Ok. I do not have financial woes, live in a nice place and drive a Lexus. Life is good!
He: That is a great attitude to have Alexis.
Me: Thanks. I did work to get here – went to Law School at night and paid for all of my education through the years. But it is nice to be able to call the shots and not enter a relationship out of desperation.
Who sings the best version of The Impossible Dream. Well, according to Google: “The Impossible Dream:” Glen Campbell’s Country Music Version. Performed and covered by numerous artists all over the world, “The Impossible Dream (The Quest)” is probably one of the most sought-after and sung songs from a Broadway musical.Jul 24, 2018. There are many versions of the song on YouTube – just Google it. But here are the lyrics.
To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest, to follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far
To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march
March into hell for a heavenly cause
And I know if I’ll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I’m laid to my rest
And the world will be better for this
That one man scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable
The unreachable star
In a strange way, becoming a Muslim would seem to be an impossible dream. But, I did it. I do know that when I am laid to rest, my heart will be peaceful and calm. I wonder if the world will be better for this – one woman covered with scars, still strove with courage to reach the unreachable. I am covered with scars as I was tortured as a child,(proven scientifically). Do not share those memories with anyone – those who care (and cared) about me would suffer knowing what I went through. That is not fair to them as nothing can be done, Those responsible are mostly likely dead and, trust me, on Judgment Day they did not go to Paradise but instead the Other Place.
But I have given up on one impossible dream – the dream of marriage in Dryburgh Abbey. When sorting through stuff, found an aerial post card of Dryburgh Abbey. It is a HUGE ruin. Former thinking was that, given enough $$$$, it could be tented as the interior chapels can contain only 100 people, But, no matter how much money – it would be impossible. It would be better to give the money to charity. So I gave up the dream, a dream that has endured for approximately two years. Probably a good idea because the groom might be sighted, but is not landed. Hahahahaha. I am definitely enjoying all of this, as usual my sense of humor prevails.
I was making tentative plans to travel to the UK, thinking of traveling Icelandic Air on the way to Gatwick, coming back to San Francisco on United with frequent flier miles. But am deciding to put travel plans on hold. It is rather difficult to explain but I need to adjust to my ‘new’ life. It is new, different and exciting – all because I leased a Lexus. I feel as free as a bird, can go anywhere and everywhere I please, The Lexus allowed me to join the Marin Jewish Community Center, I adore the place, the water aerobics class is magnificent, the staff and people are a joy to be with. (There are one or two exceptions, of course, but only one or two) The exercise makes me feel good about myself. I almost died last Friday – there had been no class for a week because of Labor Day and the Jewish Holidays. It was exhausting – the instructor put us all through our paces. It was hot in San Rafael that day. I am miserable and grouchy in the heat.
Me: If I lived near the Equator I would be a mass murderer because I am so sort tempered in the heat.
He: Well hopefully if you are near the Equator the country will have air conditioning.
Me: Yes. I can leave the air conditioned home, get in an air conditioned car and go to another air conditioned home or hotel. I shall be dressed in a roomy abaya.
He: It sounds like a plan. Murdering folk is contrary to Allah’s teaching.
Me: I realize that!
So I shall postpone travel plans. By the way, Wise Man was consulted on the matter.
Me: I was thinking of traveling to the UK but do not feel ready to go at the moment.
He: It sounds like a good idea. Your life has radically changed, yet again, and you need to feel settled before taking on an adventurous journey.
Me: Yes! I was planning on starting the podcast when there with Chris but feel like that can be postponed, yet again.
He: Yes! You are having problems dealing with the demands of fame, getting more fame at this moment is not in your best interests.
Speaking of fame, emailed Computer Guru to ask for my statistics which I do periodically. As usual I was stunned. Chris efficiently sent them:
He: Just sending this. Thought I already had.
Me: The only number I can really grasp is the last thirty days. Those are numbers that I can handle and they astound me, particularly the number of views in one month – 4,806. Talk about dreaming the Impossible Dream!!!!! In a year 40,607 people. That is HUGE! Some stupid woman told me I should write a book about my life and cannot comprehend the reason why I am insulted at the suggestion. More people read my blog than WOULD EVER read a book about a woman born in Saskatchewan. Hahahaha.
Attached to this blog shall also be the aerial photograph of Dryburgh Abbey.