I always have It's Christmas, I Love You by Daniel Ellsworth and Alva Leigh on heavy rotation this time of year.
Remember when Christmas was magical? Maybe I should be listening to Ron Sexsmith's Maybe This Christmas instead.
And I met a friend at the Como Park Conservatory in Saint Paul to take some pictures for her online dating profile ... but I got distracted ...
A good one to have in your head ...
Sometimes
Sometimes things don't go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail.
Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes will step back from war,
elect an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.
Sometimes our best intentions do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen; may it happen for you.
-- Sheenagh Pugh
"I hope you grow up with your father's sense of humor .. and ... not ... his nose."
I spent last weekend in Milwaukee with one of my oldest friends. She is responsible for a lot of my favorite trips and times over the years. We're lifers for sure.
Also, I think I've dropped my iPhone too many times; the pictures are all a little fuzzier than they used to be. It would be nice to have a 'real' camera someday ... but I'd feel so conspicuous out there in the world with a real camera. Tripod. Gear. Bothers. iPhones are minimalist and clandestine. You know. Like me.
Lions Den Gorge, Wisconsin
Love this. Narrated by Fred Armisen.
