Last night, one of the last things I heard was somebody who works at WCRB-FM announcing that the radio station was featuring last works by great composers, all weekend.
as I was working on my latest (but not last, I hope) Games Magazine, because I wanted that idea to last.
Last night, I also heard a beautiful work by Beethoven.
The String Quarter no. 14 in C# minor, Op. 131, one of the last works by Beethoven, is, obviously, going to last. According to Wikipedia, Beethoven dedicated that work to a baron who accepted his nephew into the army after a “failed suicide attempt.”
In my work last week as a psychotherapist, I heard several people talk about “failed” suicide attempts. I hope my work encouraging that kind of “failure” is going to last, too.
Here’s the latest (but not last) work of my cat, Oscar:
Speaking of cats who work on me, last night — while we were working our way through our neighborhood on a walk — my boyfriend Michael and I saw this cat …
… who we last saw many, many months ago. Before last night, I’d been working on a fear that cat had breathed its last. Obviously, that cat is working fine.
So what else would I like to work in here about “Last Works,” before I work on the last word of this post?
Tomorrow is Labor Day in the USA, and my son might work more on his idea — perhaps working it into a lasting stand-up comedy routine — that the name “Labor Day” is lastingly ironic, because it is a day when people who labor do NOT labor. Both Aaron and I, when we were working on lasting through a long walk yesterday, worked on a discussion of whether “Ironic” by Alanis Morissette
should be rewritten to include something that is actually ironic, like “Labor Day.”
“Ironic” is going to last, don’t you think?
This is the last thing I’m going to work into this “Last Works” post: Today, I’m going to a funeral of the mother of some friends I last saw many decades ago. I have many lasting memories of this mother and her daughters. After I publish this “Last Works” post, my lasting friend Deb and I will be working our way to our hometown on the North Shore of Boston, to pay our last respects.
Lasting thanks to that mother and her daughters, to my son Aaron, to Michael, to Deb, to Beethoven, to radio station WCRB-FM, to Leonard Bernstein, to Alanis Morissette, to lasting friendships, to people who “fail” at suicide, to Oscar, to our neighborhood cats, to all things that last as best they can and — last but not least — to you, for lasting here, today.