Accompaniment first as usual…>>>
though it may have distracted you just a bit. That’s okay. Us too. Harold and I have been threatening to play the album for days. For some reason Lisa does not appreciate it as much as Harold and I. Anyway, listen and read, if you would be so kind? I texted her earlier, and this is how we got here:
I am somewhat at peace with myself and who I am today. Have been listening to the birds and the crashing in the bushes and branches and the squirrels barking at the cats and… Some birds out there I haven’t been able to spot are making the oddest babbling noises, making conversation in a language I don’t understand. It must be time to really play The Secret Language of Birds. Finally. I wish you could hear them. They sound like cockatiels or small conures.
And so Harold and I are listening quietly to this wonderful live performance we have not heard before. We must not drown out the source of the inspiration: The Birds. Atypically we will keep the sound level at 20. It’s usually at 30, 40, 50…
We had been arguing about who would use the tub first, but he is here:
And I can’t reach him. He knows that very well, so the discussion is at an end and I will go first. His Majesty prevails in mortal combat once more.
Need more coffee!
Uh oh. The pot is empty. I suppose a Newcastle Brown will have to do. Hope to be back later.