In The Living Years
Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye -from In The Living Years by Paul Carrack Yesterday was actually quite nice, if I omit discovering that we were listening to the pinché motherfucker's playlist in Jenny's car. It was obvious. Jenny isn't musically adventurous. Deep cuts from Aretha aren't something you happen upon. It was aural assault, but I am a big boy, said nothing, and kept on keeping on. Jenny and I had breakfast with my sister Jane and her husband at Bluewater Bistro on Lake Washington. It was pleasingly low key and nice. Jane has stepped up like no one else to show unmitigated love to Jenny. She asks for nothing in return, and is always wanting and willing to help her, help the kids, and help me. She arranged the brunch. She made it happen. I spent the rest of the day working in the yard, and Jenny is feeling well enough that she cleaned out the ...