Maybe tomorrow before we get hurricane dregs.
I've already indulged my need for some bloody reds, but I had to pack this set out of sight quickly because I could feel my fingers getting sticky.
And I'm running out of names. Going forward, they are going to be fairly obvious.
That's Claret (now SOLD!)
This is my thread box six hours later. It was an emotionally stressful day. These helped. An hour of driving with good music. A big glass of lemonade. A nap. Some 🌿.
Now replaying "Springsteen on Broadway" and shuffling these around. Seeing tomorrow's stuff.
Let me preface this post with a statement:
Some of you may know that Charlie was born about nine months after Jimmy left us. One door closed. Another sprang wide.
Yesterday morning I took him on a snipe hunt for records. He's interested in "ancient" technology, so a visit to a vintage junk shop with a record room was entertaining. I told him that record albums were interesting even though I had no way to play them because of the printed information, including song lyrics. We picked through the three and six-dollar bins and came away with a few gems in good condition.
Side note - Jazz records, even used, are very expensive. We stuck with pop and rock.
By the time we got home, there was a big box on the doorstep and I got to introduce him to the sublime pleasure of spinning a platter. The sound from this little portable is terrible, but he had nothing to compare it to. As much fascinated with the mechanics as the music. Fortune smiled - this player has the ability to wirelessly connect to Bluetooth speakers with great sound. Jake will set that up.
It was such a delight to watch him so absorbed in something that was my teenage lifeblood.