Rosanne Cash......Black Cadillac
One of my favorite car CDs. A few days ago, I unloaded all my Car CDs. You know the ones, good traveling music, uplifting, and smooth. Best of David Bowie is another Car CD, Willie Nelson, Rosanne and a french cd. Don't ask.
Strange day. For me a home day. Feels like a Sunday, ok, lets say it is Sunday. I know that it definitely is not Sunday.Who Cares? Who is around? Self Quarented don't even think this is fun anymore. You can drive places. You just can't go in any where. No cocktails, lunch on the run, or do I dare say....a coffee shop (especially one filled with one person at big tables filled with a lap top, clothes, coffee cup, air phones, and cell phones, flip ones. big ones, small ones, broken ones, oh joy.
Started my day with a man with a tick inside his leg. His good looking legs. Love is about removing a tick with a hemastate on his leg. I am a hero at times. He is a hero at times. Sometimes, we take turns.
Hero for the day. What fun we could have.
Mom's taxes were finished today by HRBlock. Behind the locked front door is the brains of the operations. You phone them upon arrival in the parking lot, run out give you the package. Does not matter if they only did one part the taxes, they are done. The branch in Newburyport is closing Thursday and this is Tuesday. Need I say that someone's blood pressure is going to be high for a few days. Let him think. Give him quiet. Let him cool down.
Rosanne sing it... World Without Sound....
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