It's a gloomy afternoon. I've taken a nap and finished my Dr. Pepper of the day. I have reports to edit, but I've been reading an essay called "That Sunday" in Adam Gopnik's Through the Children's Gate. It's about Sunday at the Village Vanguard, an album born of a jazz trio gig at a jazz club in the '60s. I hadn't heard of it, so I had Josh look up a couple of songs on YouTube. "Alice in Wonderland" is tinkling along with the live sounds of '60s jazz club chatter, flirting, and wine glasses as Josh and I lounge against a sage green velour body pillow under apple green sheets. The thunder has just begun its muttering.
Inspiring lists, sparkling reads, and quirky musings from a writer~reader~wife~mama~advocate who wants to seek, create, and savor life's sweet bits.
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