KattyWilly

We have started on the tree.  Started being the key phrase.  Lindsey has shifted to homework, and Chelsey is on the phone with somebody, so I am decorating the tree right now.  Me and the cats.  To the happy holiday sounds of Raffi singing Up on the Housetop.

There was this place in Highwood that we used to go to, a long time ago.  Gus and Roman’s.  There were a few others, the Wooden Nickel, and the place where Cindy and I had our first date, Fitz’s.

A friend is having a sexy trip (in a single parent road trip kind of way) up to Vermont where they are currently snowed in and being forced to enjoy a little more of the VT hospitality.

Once long ago I had a dinner with a beautiful woman who didn’t like to have her picture taken.

That didn’t last long.  We are done (we got bored) with the holiday decorations, and are off to creating a three dimensional representation of Pluto the Sun and the Earth.  Which just means that there are now a bazillion decorations covering all the floor space in the living room and I will have to somehow clean it up.

That didn’t last long, now we are off to play the flute for a while.

The craziness has begun.  The dozens, and I mean dozens, of big plastic tubs of Holiday decorations are being emptied onto the living room floor.  Chelsey is her mother’s daughter.  Cindy was a holiday decorating fanatic.  She lived to decorate the house with snowmen, nativity scenes, snowmen, santa clauses, snowflakes, trees, snowmen, angels, snowglobes, and then a few snowmen.

Before we can decorate I have to clean out all the “stuff” that is cluttering up all the decorating opportunities.  As I recall I have three big boxes in my closet and three big boxes in the garage of “stuff” that was cluttering up the decorating spaces last year.  I may have to start getting rid of some of this “stuff”.

We can’t do the tree yet, which has been sitting naked since last weekend, because I can’t get all of us together long enough to do it.  Lindsey left earlier to go to the movies, and Chelsey just got back from a birthday party.  Tomorrow is the Next Big Thing 3 concert at Coachman park so Lindsey will be gone most of the day.

No One Knows But You

“No one knows but you
How I feel inside
No one knows
No one knows but you”

Beth Nielsen Chapman

I wish you could hear her singing these words.  The depth of emotion is amazing.

Sand and Water

“All alone I heal this heart of sorrow
All alone I raise this child
Flesh and bone, she’s just
Bursting towards tomorrow
And her laughter fills my world and wears your smile”

Beth Nielsen Chapman

I Find Your Love

“I’ll catch your smile on someone’s face
Your whisper in the wind’s embrace
Through diamond stars and songs and dreams I find your love in everything”

Beth Nielsen Chapman

Percy Bysshe Shelley, (1792-1822)

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.