I just found out you can sing into the extra soundhole on this Riversong ukulele and get absolutely wild harmonic effects. Also, yesterday I learned THE ORIGINAL LYRICS to the ‘2 & 20 Blues’ and they completely change the tone of the song. I shall herewith demonstrate: The very first line is “There’s evil men in this DOGGONE town” but the way my ex (and Dr Filk) taught it was ‘GODDAMN’ and that really changes things. First is worldweary, second is angry, and the song is resigned, not angry. The very last line is “You may say that I’m wrong but you know I FEEL all right.” I was taught ‘I’LL BE’. The singer is OKAY IN THE PRESENT, not sometime in the future. But right now! The song’s about grabbing life where and when you can, not hoping you’ll be happy sometime.
Thank you for attending this bathtub dive into 2 & 20 Blues by Linda Morrison, pressed 1981.
Wrote lyrics yesterday and now I’m trying to fit them into some kind of order and artistic concept.
Hard thing to explain, it causes me much pain
But I can’t ever seem to stop it raining
There’s a river in the sky and to my tired eye
The sun is drowning even as it’s waning
An entire generation gives up child and family
They’ve learned distrust for synonyms of home
The planet’s pushing back from now on we’re all on the move
And forced to carry everything we own.
An entire generation watched their betters burn the world
Then the media enablers call them bums
But if all of us go northward because the grid is gone
Who will trim your lamps when darkness comes
Paul and Keith (having received his passport) are off to Seattle today. Very happy for all concerned and hope Keith doesn’t have too hard a time with the driving and whatnot.
Jeff ordered yummy foodicles.
17775 words. Yes, I removed one. LOL
In consequence of this change in plans Katie most prettily and apologetically asked me to pick up Alex at school today. (my response: PUT ME IN COACH I’MA DO IT!!) So at 2:45 I’ll be dodging soccer moms and a woman who is apparently, ‘the biggest bitch in East Burnaby’ so (gendered slur forgiveness plea) that’s like out of 100K people, so I’ll be keeping my eye out for a certain well-groomed tank tread of a lass. Alex knows to look for me. Thank god I can just park in Katie’s back yard because that school is feeding time at the zoo in terms of parking and people driving like entitled fools. All I have to do is park and walk half a block and cross the street, easy peasy.
Buster caught a little rat.
The flicker came to the feeder zone and yelled at me for a minute (he literally yells so he’s facing my bedroom window, nearly blew my eardrum out the little cuss) so I fed him specifically. He prefers the sunflower seeds so that’s what he got. The crows stopped coming. They’d be coming to the courting tree but it’s (I’m crying, sorry) gone now, the beautiful dogwood in the corner of the yard. I’m so sad about that, I don’t talk about it but I felt it as a blow and still do. Treebeard lives.
I’ll be calling around to find a self help group for dementia carers today, emptying the dishwasher, running laundry and attempting to stay out of trouble. Yesterday was a better day than I thought it would be and I got another simply stupendous and restful night of sleep. Trying hard not to nap during the day and practice proper sleep hygiene; it’s all a big balancing act.
All my people are accounted for and safe, although I worry for Suzanne. She received her GiGiMa hug (as she referred to it, mOm sent it along during a phone call half an hour prior) with a startled laugh, great humility and thanks. Her youngest is experiencing all the physical and psychological stress of being unhoused in Vancouver and while he had respite for a couple of days with his mother he’s having a hard time right now and Suzanne’s plugging along under painful circumstances. She’s still very grateful to be living alone, and I can understand her need for her own space and peace (with her Lucky cat, who has dealt with the mice like a true champ and who is proving to be a simply lovely and companionable beast).
Well, time to finish mah tea, take my rattling assemblage of subsidized medications, and face a day of socially productive tasks.
Jeff is playing a game called Astroneer and sometimes the sound effects come up through the floor and it’s very SF-y.
