Food and drink and saw Katie and went to church and goods and services auction and sang Tapioca Song with accompaniment by Tom and Peggy and sloppy joes for supper and Miss Margot seems to have recovered from the eye problem Jeff reported yesterday and went for a walk at Oakalla and saw a radio controlled Spitfire and heard coyotes yipping. Did some writing, practiced a song. Must swap laundry.
I thought I would go to bed early and I’m still up. craziness…
I told Tom and Peggy and Paul last night that I wanted to learn every song John used to sing. They obliged by teaching me two; one was Careless by Nancy Freeman which turns out to be super easy and frikkin awesome, and the other is way harder, because Dave and Tracy’s Gentle Arms of Eden (which I also long to parody, may the Goddess strake me privily) is played at breakneck speed with chord changes to match. My finger tips have almost completely calloused up again. It’s like they learned how to get calloused when I was young (I took up guitar at 11) and now when I return to it they get busy.
My embroidered dragon has been located; John’s shirts and his superhero cape have gone back to Lady Miss Banjola, who startled the living mucus outta me by the sudden dramatic change in her appearance. Yes, she has allowed her sister the hair stylist to apply yellow and orange to selected portions of what’s grown back of her hair, and she looks fabulous, and I mean it. If I could change my hair like that and look that fabulous I would – well, I’d probably be south of 30, for starters. I immediately wanted to run out and do the same thing, which is how I frequently feel when Lady Miss B does something… you know, the OOOO SHINY response.
Off to church now. Keith was over at Jeff’s last night… Katie and Paul and I stayed at Planet Bachelor (singing in the evening and church in the morning = I didn’t want to go home). Katie is in good shape – we played cribbage yesterday, and because she learned to play from Doug and Elly, she whipped our butts.
Dax’ car got struck TWICE by other cars, in the last two days; one was a hit and run, t-boned at a red light. I will now maintain a discrete silence.
Singing and playing for two hours completely re-set my brain. And the sun is shining the way it did when I was young, before anything ever hurt me.