No time. Moving sucks, but it will be soooo worth it. Someday.
All I leave you with today are a few lines from the FABULOUS new Indigo Girls album, All That We Let In. From the title song,
One day those toughies will be withered up and bent,
The father, son, the holy warriors, and the President,
With glory days of put-up dukes for all world to see,
Beaten into submission in the name of the free.
(all right, that’s a little rough on paper. But it sounds GOOD with them singin’ it. But this is what I was going for:)
We’re in evolution, I have heard it said.
Everyone’s so busy now, but do we move ahead?
Planets hurling, atoms splitting,
And a sweater for your love you sit there knitting.
Good god. Isn’t that great? An anti-Bush message shortly followed by a knitting-as-meditation reference? I hold myself squarely responsible for this song. Don’t you? (Course words and music are by Emily. And the song was written a year before I met them. And said meeting was fleeting. AND I only talked knitting with Amy. But hell. On the freeway, singing it loudly, I go with the dream.)
(And I wonder what the planets are hurling. And what’s a toughie? The IGals have never been grammar avengers. But sexy and smart, yeah. Okay. That was more than I meant to write. Cheers to you, and if I owe you an email, please be patient with me for a while….)
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