Sonnystone Acres

david bowie is a most talented man and while i had friends with aladdin sane and diamond dogs,  even owned the changes album in that format, i decided to buy only “ziggy stardust and the spiders from mars” as my representative cd.  i still love it—from “starman” to “suffragette”. 

though they are known for their radio hits, blood, sweat and tears were putting together classic jazz albums from the beginning of their career.  this eponymous album from 69 or 70 was truly cutting edge, starting right off with erik satie’s variations on a theme.  we all know the laura nyro stuff and it still stands up.  not quite, but almost perfect. 

blondie is another great band that started things we find common today:  rapture could almost be called rap, you know.  this is their greatest hits and they include the best and other good ones i wasn’t familiar with.  a great listen all the way through. 

representing the beatles i have “abbey road” and “ let it be”.  if you know me, you know that i have abbey road imprinted on my brain like a tattoo, there to comfort, motivate, and inspire me.  let it be has its moments, but pick up the needle at “long and winding road” please.  i won’t go into much about the beatles here, but they were great before john decided he was god (or yoko told him he was).  i have most of the beatles other stuff on the computer and what many of us fans have realized is george was just as talented as john & paul and ringo was a great guy. 

i got to see the beach boys at “dick clark’s caravan of stars” so i’m somewhat smug about them.  i have “pet sounds” because sir paul and sir george martin said it inspired “sgt. pepper”.  it is from 1965 and that is a year i don’t much remember, but i see that it is certainly very different from the music i heard at the caravan of stars.  we’ve all read about brian wilson’s obsession with the harmonies and this is a mono cd because when he tried to put the music onto stereo he had to give up some of those harmonies.  there is a voice on every note, it seems, and it is some interesting listening.   

nice segue from brian wilson to barenaked ladies.  i know, the name of the band throws you off, but they are great.  the segue is: ”lying in bed just like brian wilson did”.  if you haven’t ever listened to these songs, please do.  you’ll love:  ”you can be my yoko ono”.  i have 2 of theirs and couldn’t live without either: ”another postcard with chimpanzees and every one of them is addressed to me.” 

the band– could you get more classic?  i have “music from the big pink” and “rock of ages”( live album).  both take me back in time to when we were “discovering” the kind of music that blends electric and folk.  good lyrics, too:  “please notify my next-of-kin, this wheel shall explode.” 

b.b. king amazed me with “blues summit” and “duet”.   the former is with little-known blues artists like ruth brown and irma thomas, but some that you probably know like robert cray, buddy guy and john lee hooker.  i especially love the way he goes back-and-forth with those female singers on “you’re the boss” and “we’re gonna make it”, but it’s all good.  the duet album has only got one uncomfortable moment when b.b. does rap with heavy d.  maybe later. 

b-52’s took me to work this morning and started my day out right with “cosmic thing” and “love shack”.  i try not to think about corey pantsing me at the deer creek concert, but instead concentrate on how fun it was to be part of that giant centipede high-kicking around the grounds.   let’s all do the gameshow host. 

finally to the a’s: allman brothers - “eat a peach” inspired me to name my daughter and “brothers and sisters” showed me that it wasn’t just duane - gregg allman is so so so talented.  i love his vocals, his piano playing is on par with dr. john, elton john, better than billy joel and i could even compare him with fats waller.  his vocals are perfectly….sexy.   i’m not forgetting dickey betts or the two-drummers.  this music is such a big part of my soundtrack that i can’t imagine what i would have thought without them.

right now i’m listening to my final album in this genre: a string cheese incident.  this is another eric-recommended group.  it is electric bluegrass.  an example would be that the first song is “lonesome fiddle blues” and there is no fiddler.   it’s some feel-good music. 

i probably should have included my boxed set of lynard skynard in this category, but we know i love them.   i’m ready to listen to some random stuff now, but will return to jazz, blues, soundtracks/original cast recordings, country, christian/gospel and/or classical categories later. 

i forgot to review a couple of cd’s — first forgotten was radiohead - ok computer.  i was lukewarm the first time i listened, but moon said, “it’s great music, it’ll grow on you”.  it really hasn’t.   i also forgot ben folds - live.  this guy is a killer piano player and eric had put “mr. jones” on one of the compilations he did for me, so i got this representative album.  his music is okay, but his words are distracting.  i don’t think “kiss my ass” is a good refrain - hey, just my opinion.  he does a cover of “tiny dancer” — why?  i’ve listened to this hopefully many times and this time i’m saying, bye-bye. 

on to the c’s:  ry cooder - paradise & lunch.  this is a great old album from 1974 featuring ry’s trademark slide guitar and lyrics like “tamp ‘em up solid” and “i’m a fool for a cigarette”.  love ry cooder.

coldplay - a rush of blood to the head.  this is an example of giving things a second or third listen to warm up to them.  this is a great set of music by a band recommended by mel/eric.  “god put a smile upon your face” was always a favorite, but the whole album is good.

ladies and gentleman, joe cocker and mad dogs & englishmen.  you know this album represents me on so many levels: cry me a river, let’s go get stoned, give peace a chance….makes me want to get some old leon russell albums out and listen to them.  bobby keys plays sax, delta ladies rita coolidge and claudia linnear are part of the choir and you just feel like you’re at a party when you listen to this gem. 

next up is george clinton - greatest funkin’ hits.  i was at a street fair in nyc with daughter, headed down to listen to some wynton at the center, and the music on that street was funked up good.  i picked this up shortly afterward to try to re-create that “type” of thing.  it does, and so well—bow-wow-wow-yippee-yo-yippee-yay….bow-wow-yo-yippee-yay……i got my booty body ready for the plush funk, kids. 

you can bet that my eric clapton collection is good: from the cradle, unplugged, and layla and other assorted love songs.  listening again to derek and the domino’s layla sessions, i came to the realization that it is a perfect album.  how many have i called now?  i’ll have to go back and count. 

when i get in the mood for an irish reel or jig, or some clear irish harmonies that touch that spot in my soul that launches tears, i put on cherish the ladies.   this album is called “at home” and features several of the ladies’ fathers, as well as the song “leader of the band”.  get out the hankies. 

jimmy buffett -token greatest hits, because he’s a wonderful songwriter.  nobody should have to listen to margaritaville again (unless they request it), but those changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes and boat drinks make me smile. 

buena vista social club is so wonderful.  i saw the documentary about these cuban musicians working with ry cooder to produce this and appreciate it even more.  this is real stuff. 

both jackson browne albums, for everyman and late for the sky, are very personal to me — again.  “you go and pack your sorrow, trashman comes tomorrow, leave it at the curb and we’ll just roll away”  still brings a tear to my eyes.  especially, though, i hoped that “fountain of sorrow” was really written for me: you’ve known that hollow sound of your own steps in flight; you’ve had to struggle, you’ve had to fight to keep understanding and compassion in sight —you keep on smiling, so clear and so bright…

another eric-connected bunch of music: billy bragg & wilco mermaid avenue I and II.  eric left a song “california stars” on the computer one time when he was home.  i loved it and went looking for the album, bought I, then II.  it’s actually lyrics that woody guthrie wrote, and according to his daughter, sang, but when he died only the lyrics were left.  she asked billy bragg to write melodies, working with her to assure that they were in keeping with her memories.  both albums are chock-full of good songs.  very interesting how it came about, too. 

we’re heading out the door to indy for week-end of fun:  zoo, colts game, fancy hotel with pool, and boychild, his wife and her family.  i’m taking the rest of the b’s and the a’s and should be able to finish up listening by sunday, for sure. 

i have been doing so much non-stop music-listening that husband has rebelled.  he says i’m not paying any attention to something…oh, him.  well…this has been an effort to finish up the project as quickly as i can and it is a lot to listen to — and a lot to write about — and a lot to read about.

five for fighting… after 9/11 i loved “superman” and still do, though not as much.  from the beginning i found this album too full of “ee–aa-zee”.  really, listen to it and he’s kind of written every song around that word.  keep the song, ditch the cd. 

fifth dimension:  just say “laura nyro” and then add harmonies like manhatten transfer, but don’t forget that it was all new once — even the burt bacharach stuff.  reverential re: this music. 

donald fagan - ”nightfly”, “kamakiriad” and the more recent “morph the cat” are the very best of the best - almost, 9.9repeating, perfect—all of them.  really. 

E-  as in Eagles:  “Desperado” is a perfect, #10, album—but we knew that, didn’t we?  Eagles did a lot of other great stuff and i was a big fan, owning 4 of their albums. i also was at a concert in 1974, coliseum evansville, where they performed this album and was shamed to hear people yelling out “rock ‘n roll” during “whatever happened to saturday night”, then listening to glenn frey cuss them out for not listening to the music.  i’m still wincing from that.  but i agree with him (or don henley, or whoever it was telling the audience what hicks we were). 

bob dylan- i don’t have “greatest hits”.  i do have “modern times” and “blood on the tracks”.  the former is a very recent cd which is wonderful; the latter is an old one which came out hot on the heels of “desire”.  dylan was pumping out new stuff in about 1976 or so (i discovered emmy lou harris on the desire album, singing harmony to mozambique), but the “tracks” album is chock full of great songs, word-wise and note-worthy.  eric has been forced to play the guitar as melissa and i sang every verse of “tangled” and if memory serves me, we sounded exactly like the original.  “modern times” is just how i hoped dylan would continue his genius. 

doobie brothers - live:  without Love, where would you be now???    i am in the minority of people who don’t consider michael mcdonald a “real” doobie, so i yawn and daydream during his songs.   all of the rest rock.  they have 2 percussionists and when they do their solos it is awesome. 

donovan- greatest hits is such a nice little diversion.  he’s a friend of arlo, you know, and they kind of remind me of each other.  “hurdy gurdy man” is my favorite, if i have to pick, but they are literally all good.  “there is a mountain” was first heard from him, but later made famous by the allmans on eat a peach (coming up during the a’s). 

i saw dr. john in concert back in 1973.  he was wearing a grass skirt, feather head-dress, and opening for and backing up chuck berry. i’d heard “wrong place, right time” but didn’t have a clue as to why this guy was dressed like that.  it was much later that i realized that dr. j is really mac rebennack, a new orleans native about 20 years older than me who was a studio musician down in nola in the 50’s for little richard, fats domino, etc.  he’s truly got new orleans oozing out of his music—even more so than the nevilles, i think.  his piano-playing is the best, his vocals have just the right gravel, and he plays traditional stuff like it’s brand-new.  i have “the ultimate” which is a good compilation including “iko iko”.  the best, though, is “Nawlins–dis, dat, and d’udder” which is a tribute to nola that was done before katrina.  it paints a near-perfect picture of new orleans r&b, marred only by a couple of duets with willie nelson that should have been put on a willie album.  makes me want to go  back down to new orleans and listen to the music. 

i have 2 dire straits cds:  their first with “sultans of swing” and “making movies”.  i had more of their tapes when i was listening to that technology, but these two are really all i need — especially “making movies” which i listen to frequently. 

my representative john denver is a live best-of album that was recorded when his voice had already started to fall.  it’s okay, but i will look around for the classic “an evening with john denver” at the library.  his soaring tenor on “rocky mountain high” makes me soar  — and want to go back and visit the rockies. 

in the interest of saving time, i will not listen to “europe ‘72″ because i listen to it frequently.  it’s been a while since i listened to grateful dead “american beauty” and “workingman’s dead”.  these two little gems are only 35-37 minutes long each, but look at what an influence they had on me — and many people.  couldn’t pick a favorite if i tried, but do love “sugar magnolia”.  magnolia is such a nice name, don’t you think? 

so i’ve made it to the c’s and am still married.  i got the fall crops planted: dill, carrots, peas, lima beans, green beans, cabbage, radishes, onions, lettuce, and spinach.  i got some pictures of the giant cannas (they’re still growing) to share with you.  now i’m off to work. 

peter gabriel — i listened to “so” in the car—a wonderful studio album that includes some of my favorites, but the fabulous “secret world live” is a truly stellar set of music and one i could (and have) listened to over and over.  i also have “passion” which is music from the last temptation of christ.  it is classically orchestral and really highlights the genius of peter.  i think “secret world” is a perfect album, i really do.  so kiss that frog. 

i’m not sure how i discovered tony furtado and the american gypsies but their album “live gypsy” has always entertained me.  it’s good slide guitar, piano —their version of “staggerlee” is as good as taj mahal’s.  lovely stuff.

walking down memory lane with dan fogelberg “captured angel” made me marvel at how far i have come in my life.  the lonely, scared little woman who listened to this album for hope seems like a different person now.  i had several fogelberg albums and chose this one as representative.  the recurring theme throughout is just as it sounds:  “captured angel, aching to make your break”.  one song, “next time” summed up my attitude: “next time i ain’t gonna fall on my knees for nobody, or come out of love empty-handed”.  he’s the guy who’s patiently waiting for the lady to see that he’s there waiting for her–i never had that, but hey.  i still felt that hope. 

the live fleetwood mac album “the dance” seems to highlight how old they are now—and how they had to kiss lindsay buckingham’s ass to get him to play with them.  i seldom care for his music, care less for him, and in general only like the christine mcvie and stevie nicks songs on here—okay who couldn’t like “tusk”, but buck just got lucky with that one.  i had “fm” and “rumours” while going through my divorce and this album doesn’t hold a candle to those - although it is good to hear christine. 

i have a lot of bela fleck because i love me some jazz banjo.  two of them are with the flecktones - “live art” and “outbound”.  i think the flecktones are super (get down, futureman) and especially love “live art”.  i also have “the bluegrass sessions” and he plays with earl scruggs, vassar clements, john hartford, sam bush, etc.   bela is so versatile - jumping from the jazz to bluegrass to classical, playing with bassist edgar mayer on “uncommon ritual” and while it may be considered classical music, it’s classical with a twist–bela plays pepper grinder on one piece as well as several different kinds of  banjoes and mandolin.    i have to thank mel/eric for the intro to bela when they were dave matthews groupies and he was often opening for him. 

we’re supposed to have one day of decent weather before getting back into the heat wave, so i’m going to try to plant my fall crops and clean up some of the burnt-out flowers.  my canna’s are darn near 9-feet tall and i’ve got to get some pictures of them so i can prove it. 

i still have several f’s to go and hope to cruise through them and my one e (eagles) to at least put a dent in my d’s this weekend.  stay tuned.   

due to my self-centered selfishness, i have been caught up in my self-like universe and totally forgot the birthdays of my in-laws, both daughter and son. i’m into blame, you know, and have really been suffering soundly over this.

Dear Eric and Jessica,

i never knew when my kids were growing up how important it would be for them to have someone (other than me) to love them.  when you two, in each of your time, came along and really loved melissa and michael, i was still skeptical that you could take care of them—especially take care of them like I took care of them.  oh, i was wrong, as usual. 

i often hear ladies complaining that their child is going through a divorce, a bad relationship, or worrying about them being alone—i commiserate, but can’t relate.  my kids have strong marriages and i’m so grateful that you are their other half.  

marriage is a journey.  today casey and i mark our 27th year of commitment to walking together.  i never saw a “good marriage” and am still astounded that i live in one.  it is a blessing beyond measure. 

so please, jessica and eric, understand that i don’t take you for granted.  i am so glad each of you was born. 

the check’s in the mail. 

Love,  

           Mrs. Casey

when i last updated my library listening, i was not going to listen to my hot tuna cd, but i couldn’t resist.  i really love jorma and jack. 

eventually, i got to hootie and the blowfish.  i bought “cracked rear view” from my record club after several hits came off of it; in fact, i think i accidentally got sent “fairweather johnson” (not sending in the refusal on time) shortly after i bought it.  i like both of them and they stand up pretty well, even the over-played radio hits. 

my ben harper cd is live, only 30 minutes, and kind of unimpressive.  it has “with these two hands”, but i like the way he plays that with jack johnson better.  there’s also “sexual healing”, but inevitable comparisons with marvin gaye leave ben looking not-so-curative.  i’ll take a couple of songs off of it. 

last night before i went to bed i listened to arlo guthrie sing/tell the story of alice’s restarant massacree.  talk about dated,  but i smiled and marveled at how many times he must have played that catchy guitar loop.  i finished the rest of the cd today—it’s a best of– and it’s really good.  i had a couple of arlo’s albums–in fact, if melissa had been a boy, she may have been named arlo.  i read that he bought the church where alice served that fateful thanksgiving meal and it is a charitable something or other.  he’s neat, still playing, now with his son and daughter. 

moving down through the g’s, genesis was next.  this is “invisible touch” –by all means a good one.  sometimes i find phil collins just a little too, too, i don’t know.  it must be a mood thing.  this is the kind of music that needs video. 

the moment you’ve all been waiting for: my review of guns ‘n roses - “appetite for destruction”.  i got this at a rummage sale because i love “paradise city” and “sweet child of mine”.  i sort of expected that it would have other good music on it, but i was wrong.   “welcome to the jungle” did seem appropriate music for driving to my first day of school, but i get a sore throat when singers scream repetitively. 

right now, i’m listening to jerry garcia “garcia” — the one with “deal” and “the wheel”.  i’m sure melissa remembers the album cover with jerry’s hand floating in the sky above a 10 of diamonds.  fine, fine music.

first day of school was exciting and fun.  i got a password, but still no instruction on what records to put into the computer; i don’t have a phone in my office.  that kind of lowered everybody’s expectations of me, so i was very comfortable.  so far, i haven’t been given much medicine to hand out—about a half-dozen kids.  i took in 4 pictures of emma and i hope it doesn’t cause people to hate me because my granddaughter is so cute.  prince pal sent flowers to all the new people, a very nice spray that just started the day out right. 

tomorrow i start on my peter gabriel cd’s.  see ya then. 

braving the heat, we hunted down bargains at the 4h center on saturday.  i was looking for a kitchen table & chairs for the back porch and this little set is ideal.  the best part was haggling the price from $75 to $50 on sunday afternoon.  husband says it’s an anniversary present.  from who to whom? 

friday i went to a nurses’ meeting and the superintendant actually spoke to us candidly about putting us back in to full-time status.  i was sitting at a table with a nurse who spoke up first:  what priority have you put on nurses?  other nurses spoke up then, saying they can’t get their job done in 4 hours; another girl at my table said, i do–i leave whoever’s still there sitting; one lady gave a troubling account of teaching someone to take a shower (is that why i had all that soap?); one of the nurses who takes care of special needs kids told us about how hard her job is.  i was a little, uh, dizzy.  i still don’t have a password for the computer and still haven’t been introduced to the record-keeping program, but that seems like a good excuse to ignore it for a week or so until i meet the kids and parents and get used to the day-to-day schedule. 

so norah jones was just what i needed on friday, before and after the meeting.  there is something very old-fashioned about her music, as if it’s stuff you’ve always known.  i listened to “come away with me” at home and “feels like home” in the car.  i met seester and benjamin at ellis and by the time i got home was feeling slightly more calm. 

i started elton john friday night.  i have a cd from mcdonald’s or something promotional like that.  it has: tiny dancer, honky cat, crocodile rock, others that are my favorites.  i had elton from the beginning and loved especially “tumbleweed connection” until he did what i consider his ultimate album - and almost perfect: goodbye yellow brick road.  this was a 2-record album and it is full of music.  because it has so much and the vast majority of it is superlative, i give it a 9.9repeating.  funeral for a friend is the best ever, but it’s the ones that never got popular that make you appreciate his genius: this song has no title—wonderful. 

it’s appropriate that i followed up with billy joel.  i’ve never seen elton in concert, but i saw billyjoe in about 1978 or whenever he had just released 52nd street.  if you can imagine that all he was working with was “the stranger”, 52nd, “piano man”–still hadn’t even written his cheesy stuff yet.  i have “the stranger” because my favorite is “scenes from an italian restaurant”.  i also got “greatest hits, vol. I and II, at a rummage sale and realized that it is defective.  oh, well.  i can get a few songs off of it, i think. 

we drove over to henderson for their bluegrass festival saturday and the music was great, but food scarce.  i wish i’d eaten before we went, but it turned out that we were fairly starving by the time we got home and grilled some grub.  while we grilled we listened to inxs. yeah, i really like them—i think their songs are sexy.  (please edit this for children)

next friday my friend, joe, goes off to college (alabama), so this was his last sunday in church.  i got pretty emotional.  it’s one of those slip-slidin’ away feelings, time marching on, more behind me than in front of me.  the youth group gave out our cds for free and joe also gave me 2 copies of his personal stuff — including sister’s song.  i couldn’t say goodbye because it was going to be too sappy.  i’d like to compile him a musical cd and wonder if i can get some suggestions of what kind of songs i should include.  i have no idea what his “favorite” kind of music is, but if i offer him a sample of all kinds of “great” music, he’s bound to like it. 

oh, i listened to indigo girls this afternoon.  it all sounds like the same song.  anybody??? 

right now, i’ve skipped hot tuna because it’s a recent purchase and am listening to hootie and the blowfish–more about that later. 

yesterday was a bust.  the working-man left around 4 am to finish the deck he and his buddies started last week.  the heat/humidity is oppressive; watering the garden at 8am resulted in sweating down my eyes into my shirt.  i made it over to ph by 10 with 2 diet cokes in a cooler and started cleaning.  i finished at 3:40.  3 trashbags of trash.  finally i saw surfaces and washed them all down.  while i was emptying a file cabinet i found some stacks of stuff with notes that said “these should be put in the teacher’s boxes before school”.  at the very bottom was her flip calendar with a note that said “joe, call me and i will help set things up”.  all of the dates had been torn off till 8/7.  wish i’d seen it then. 

seester met me at sonnystone at 4pm with beer and ciggies and we visited for a spell.  she’d been gone long enough for me to eat half a sub and settle on the front porch with another beer when a church lady showed up.  she sat on the swing with me for another hour or so discussing, among other things, that a fellow from church was near death.

i had listened to kenny loggins - celebrate me home that morning.  this is an okay album, but i bought it for  “celebrate me home”.  it is a great song.  i have the album, “kenny loggins live” and i love that version of celebrate, too.  another highlight is “set it free”.  all-in-all, its a keeper.

i took leo kottke to the car.  it’s leo kottke - 6 & 12 string guitar—-and it’s just that.  a whole lot of point-counterpoint.  there’s even “jesu, joy of man’s desiring”.  it’s all instrumental and that’s a deliberate choice of mine–leo sounds like a moose when he sings.  it was released in 1969 and i heard it first.  keeper.

i fell out on the couch and when i woke up to go to the bathroom stepped on a critter wink had carefully placed between the tv room and the kitchen.  i was totally grossed out, but managed to praise wink for his hunting skills.  it was some sort of lizard thing…he threw up in the bedroom floor later that evening.  i did not praise him for his puking skills.  husband got home at about 1am, wore to a frazzle. 

today i went to a support staff meeting downtown and was feeling quite motivated when i landed at ph about 1pm.  it was a great feeling to walk into the office and see it gleaming.  principal pal removed the clothes headed for the clothing bank and i started in actually looking at the nursing work.  lo and behold, in a folder unmarked and unremarkable, i found a detailed list of what i need to do to get going with the job.  one detail was that i should attend the 6th grade open house—tonight.  now, i’m tired and i’m not prepared.  i did a lot of odds and ends, figured a lot of stuff out, and then approached the pal with my apology.  he said, “don’t worry about it”.  i still felt frustrated, so

i came home and put on the kinks - muswell hilbillies..  doodoodoodoooo……back in the days of working second shift (2:30-10:30) i knew a whole lot of people who were wide awake at midnight.  i was a waitress and worked both lunch and dinner, so i was often up at 11:30 when rod would drop by.  we would drink wine, smoke cigarettes, listen to music, and sing.  muswell hillbillies was one of his favorites.  he was like my remote control for this album, playing his favorite: acute shizophrenia parnoia blues, which was followed up with holiday, skin & bones, alcohol (my favorites), and bookended it with his favorite: complicated life.  i can still hear him singing: let’s all stand and face it, life is so complicated…nanananaana….  while i was courting casey, rod and i spent many nights sharing the wine, music and ciggies.  he often pointed out to me that i spent more time with him than casey (and he was right) and was so hurt when i moved in with mr. c that he left town.  we were just friends and i did not want to take it to any other level.  that level is something i’ve never experienced since and i look back on it as something very, very special. 

another special relationship was between me and my 3rd nursing school roomie.  she loved carole king.  for my birthday she gave me “music” and i still have it.  to represent her in my library i bought carole king -concert. the neat thing about this album (1994) is that it’s not just “carole king” but the “goffin/king” songs as well.  it’s got “up on the roof”, “chains” “locomotion” live with a great band.  my fave, though, is “jazzman” which is the opening sax from saturday night live.  i wish boy-child would pick up his sax and learn that one.  (you can do it, baby boy)  carole plays a mean piano and proved on this album that old girls still rock.   

i got a call awhile ago telling me that the aforementioned dying church-fellow passed, so i’ll probably be playing a funeral on saturday.  there’s a bluegrass festival over in henderson this weekend that i was hoping to attend.   also a flea market at the 4h. 

in the meantime, i’ve got a nurses meeting in the am and a (hopefully) short visit to ph to go through some paperwork. 

next up is norah jones and i’m sure she’ll keep me mellow.