Wits end.. .. what a strange expression…. but it feels apt now. I certainly don’t feel witty anymore.. another 15 hour day.. I went to bed last night after a a 16 hour day feeling i’d gotten most of what I needed to get done for the day done.. I woke up just 6 hours later to find out that every little strand of the day before’s work\ had unraveled
Long work day (15 hours) but happy nonetheless. Did manage to break for dinner and a quick dive to the bottom of the pool to check for leaks.. Sure enough, the patch I put there a few years ago had worn through..
i had to repeat the underwater gymnastics of patching under 4 feet of water. Fun !?
it was fun looking back a when I put that patch in.. and how i found it.. Check it out !
Eke… It's after 2 AM. I just got back from Andy's house . Their beautiful dog Gina died today of some unknown cause… I'm still feeling her in my heart
Andy and i watched a live Phish show from Bend, Oregon. It was a really great show. The band was tight and played several of my favorite songs. It was really fun watching it on TV. In some weird way it's better than watching it live. Am I a bad person for saying that?)
During the intermission andy and I watched the last part of the third and final fare thee well Grateful Dead show.
It was so great… The last part of the show was so moving to me. First fill lash got up and did the donor wrath and talked about organ donation… That always gets me cry. Then they played touch of gray… In my household that was always called swing around music… Whenever I would put that on I would swing the kids around like maniacs. They loved it, I loved it. When the band started playing at I started crying so hard… I wasn't exactly sure why. Brought back great great memories.
When the band started playing it I started crying so hard… I wasn't exactly sure why. Brought back great great memories.The last song of the tour… And may be the last song of the band after 50 years… Was attics of my life… A perfect song to end
In the attics of my life
Full of cloudy dreams; unreal
Full of tastes no tongue can know
And lights no eye can see
When there was no ear to hear
You sang to me
I have spent my life
Seeking all that's still unsung
Bent my ear to hear the tune
And closed my eyes to see
When there were no strings to play
You played to me
In the book of love's own dreams
Where all the print is blood
Where all the pages are my days
And all my lights grow old
When I had no wings to fly
You flew to me
You flew to me
In the secret space of dreams
Where I dreaming lay amazed
When the secrets all are told
And the petals all unfold
When there was no dream of mine
You dreamed of me
Almost 230… And I have a 7 AM call so going to sleep now.