After my last post, I wanted to tell you that my Dad is back in his house and, thanks to my sister, he has a new housemate: a 6-month-old kitten. He’s named her Susie but he calls her Elliot. Whatever works. They fell in love on the first day.
Dad is happy to be sleeping in his own bed under his own roof, even though he knows his stay is temporary. You could say that about all of us. After six weeks of rehab in a nursing home where quiet never reigns, Dad is thrilled to be sitting again at his kitchen table, drinking Lipton tea, eating Oreos, and thinking again, as he has for 40 years, that he doesn’t like the wallpaper. Soon it’ll be time to watch another rerun of Gunsmoke.
When I have a photo of Dad and Susie, or Dad and Neo Elliot, I’ll post it.
In the next few posts we’ll look at some much lighter subjects, such as singing drummers, Las Vegas-style versions of rock songs, why Herbie Hancock is a musical minefield, and marriage. Until then, go in the kitchen right now and make yourself a nosh. You deserve it.
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I love bad covers (songs not sheets).
“Las Vegas-style versions of rock songs” sounds awesome!
I … can … hardly … wait.
Oh yes you can!
Steve I love your writing, either you make me laugh or cry…today’s post made me do both
Except for the times I make you sleep!
While I’m here, I should also mention three more future topics: musicians I must apologize to, how I survived listening to the 150 greatest albums by women as chosen by women, and why I’m planning to turn Run-DMSteve into a fashion and lifestyles blog.