Cat Power – Lived in Bars
Bluesy, boozy, southern, good.
Bluesy, boozy, southern, good.
The Boy got his driver’s license last week, somewhat belatedly. He’s 17 and seemed to be in no particular hurry–the same ambling attitude he has toward many things. In this case it was fine. We weren’t in a big hurry for him to be out on his own in Houston. Ok, I was a little terrified. But time was running out on the learn at home program we’d been doing so I pushed a little (maybe a lot) until he got it all done and took the driving test. The lackadaisical attitude disappeared as soon as the license was printed.
If you are over 40 and leading a fairly busy, active life, it is possible that at least a few times you have had the experience of entering a room of your home and forgetting for what reason you went in there. This is a recurring theme in my life going way back, and since I tend to be easily distracted anyway – because I have a lot on my mind, thank you very much – ageing has only increased the frequency with which it occurs. I forget other stuff, too, though. Actually, forgetting is a way of life for me.
I love her big, bold voice; it sort of grabs you by the collar and demands that you pay attention. In a good way. She brings to mind some great female singers like Nina Simone and Peggy Lee, while being modern and cool.
Once again I have stunningly failed to learn from experience (hello stomach bug from kissing the sick baby). However, I have had the opportunity to observe several examples from which, I believe, I can learn by example. Hence the title of this post. It is my hope that I can absorb these lessons without having the pain of first hand experience. So here are my lessons for the week: