A Week of Good Things

I borrowed this shirt (I’m a Pepper!) and drove a big loop down south to my parents’ place, across to Duncan, and back up to my house. Along the way I helped my mom and dad move Mom’s biological mother (mom was adopted in her late teens) into a nursing home. They moved her up from Texas so that she could be closer and someone would be able to take care of her affairs.

There was a red sunrise, all smoky and spooky looking.

I signed my officemate’s daughter’s yearbook. It made me want to write a letter to a younger version of myself. Now we just need to figure out how to send mail through a wormhole. And locate a wormhole.

I wore my Scottie pajamas. They are soft and cozy and I love them. Sorta like my Scottie.

I read. I can see how “A Good Man Is Hard To Find” isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but it’s right up my alley.

Clouds exploded overhead Monday evening, signaling the end of a long holiday weekend.

Moments later rain began pouring down and we got a heavy burst of showers there for about 10 minutes. Tuesday night was even rowdier as huge hail stones pummeled many parts of the OKC metro area. We escaped that part unscathed and managed to keep power all night as far as I know. There was a moment when sparks flew from a powerline in the backyard and we haven’t been able to see what went on back there.

This afternoon and tonight have the potential to be doozies, so please pay attention to your weather alerts. Things are never boring around here, are they? šŸ™‚

Listening Lately

These may be a bit slow for a Monday morning, but hopefully they’ll be a peaceful, gentle start to your week. Fair warning — some of them are lovey-dovey.

This duet between Michael Buble and Laura Pausini — siiiiigh.

This one has been popping up on one of my Spotify stations a lot and it’s grown on me. Catchy and sweet. Some of the lyrics are particularly nice.

She shows me everything she used to know,
Picture frames and country roads,
When the days were long and the world was small.
She stood by as it fell apart,
Separate rooms and broken hearts,
But I won’t be the one to let you go.

It really only takes a line or two for me to fall in love with a song.

If you watched my hair tutorial from yesterday you’ll recognize this song. “Dear Someone” by Red Molly (who I featured last time). I love their pure harmonies and “Dear Someone” is such a beautiful song. It’s like a wish and a prayer.

I love this performance of “The Luckiest” by Ben Folds with the West Australian Symphony Orchestra. How can you not smile (or cry) listening to this?

What if I’d been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I’d be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?
And in a wide sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know

Am I the only person who has a difficult time not weeping when they hear “Desperado”? It’s a struggle for me. There’s so much emotion here…and who can’t identify with it in some way? Tori makes it come alive in a heartbreaking way.

Finally, “Emotional Connections” by Clint Mansell from the soundtrack to Last Night.

Hope you all have a lovely Monday, wherever you are. It’s our last week of school with students in the building and that makes for an exciting week. Enjoy yours, my friend.

Falling from the rim of a great, high place

door handle

Toast by Tori Amos

♥ This is why Iā€™m here on this planet, at this time, Francesca. Not to travel or make pictures, but to love you. I know that now. I have been falling from the rim of a great, high place, somewhere back in time, for many more years than I have lived in this life. And through all of those years, I have been falling toward you. – from The Bridges of Madison County
And suddenly I find myself
Listening to a man I’ve never known before,
Telling me about the sea,
All his love, ’til Eternity

♥ woodsmoke
♥ not knowing the way, but trusting you’ll get there
♥ watching mockingbirds feed their babies
Lately you’ve been on my mind
You showed me the rope
Ropes to climb
Over mountains
And to pull myself
Out of a landslide

♥ half awake, half dreaming
♥ how underwater you could be anywhere
♥ a rush of excitement
Dalhousie Castle
She would meet you there
In the winter
Butter yellow
The flames you stirred

♥ closed doors & open windows
♥ feeling sure
♥ She wore ribbons in her black hair and clung to her dreams. But no handsome sailors disembarked looking for her, no voices came up to her window from the streets below. The hard press of reality brought her to the recognition that her choices were constrained. – from The Bridges of Madison County