“A song that reminds you of the past summer”
Last summer was a bit of a blur to me.
I was selling the home I had lived in for 22 years. The home I raised my child in, loved my husband in, hosted countless parties in. It was a very hard summer..well, spring too, getting the place ready. But it was shown on June 1st and the bidding began. I was out by August 8 (the day before my birthday, irony much? )I thought I’d be spending it in Paris and instead I was knee deep in such hard work, both physical and emotional that it took me a while to recover.
One clear memory of that time was actually getting sick. I contracted a nasty sinus infection and it really had me down for the count. Work was impossible, my head ached, my body was weak, it moved into my lungs and I couldn’t breathe or talk or exert myself. The only thing I could do was take care of myself. I just had to STOP, I had to give in so I could get better and move ahead with the sale.
Enter Game Of Thrones. Streaming on Netflix…all 3 seasons. I had been told by many people to watch the show, that I would love it, and this seemed a perfect opportunity. I could lie on the couch, watch a couple of episodes and see if I liked it.
Well, by the second episode I was hooked and I watch the entire series in a week…39 hours? Since I was so sick and no one bothered me I found myself unwashed, eating whatever food was around the house, often with my hands. It was as if I had descended into my own personal version of living in Westeros.
When it was over I was healthy again and got on with my work, but must admit that the waiting for season 4 to begin was excruciating, and even now it is killing me to wait a week between shows.
What will happen to John Snow? Will Khalesi release the dragons to win back the Iron Throne? Poor Sansa, can she ever catch a break? And the Lannisters..well, fuck the Lannisters (except Tyrion, I have a thing for him even though I generally go for taller men).
So I give you the song than reminds me the most of last summer, which, except for one week, was a blur of activity and angst.
And it sure doesn’t hurt that it features a picture of my first GOT love, the late and VERY lamented Ned Stark.