Were they sold out at 11:30 a.m.? Had they even put any out? Did they have any? I asked the lady in the red shirt and she scanned and discovered that they had a few in the back and she went and got me one.
I'm pretty sure she had no idea who Richards, K, was but no matter. I did.
I bought Lily a welcome mat for her new house and went out to the car and spent more time getting into the CD then I did listening to the first two songs but it's my stupid fault for not having a pocket knife the way my granddaddy always told me I should. I had wanted to do my errands, driving around and listening to the CD in the car. I am old school. Music sounds best in the car, at least recorded music and that's just all there is to it.
And it sounded real fine.
Keith's voice, never his strong point and now pretty much shredded by all the things he's smoked and all the things he's drunk, is still an instrument that he knows how to play and he can channel the old blues men he fell in love with as a child all the better and when he's singing, "I don't resist arrest/I think it's for the best," or "When she holds me, something starts anew/She forgives me and I forgive her too," he uses that old battered instrument like the master he is and I can't help but be moved.
I've never heard a better rendition of "Good Night Irene." Ever.
Yeah. I like it.
I finished my errands and I picked up my boys and now we are home and they are helping their Boppy build a fire for tonight's supper. Vergil and Jessie just got here and they are eating with us too. Owen wanted steak and oranges. Definitely NO mashed potatoes. So we will have steak and oranges but a few other things too. Family life and the life of a family and life and life and life.
The fire is going good.
So is everything else.