Late at night, I listen to Katie Segal sing 'Bird on the Wire'. Her voice is so beautiful. I can listen to it sung by Leonard Cohen as well, but I love Katie's voice.

My father lives with us; he's 80 turning 81; he's frail physically, although he's pretty good mentally. There are so many complications with my spouse, it isn't worth parsing them out. Just: lots of complications.

Nevertheless, I have so many good memories with my dad, memories of figuring out how to master a recalcitrant outboard motor on a small dinghy; memories of landing a fish slightly bigger and feistier than anything in previous experience; memories of squelching the recoil and cleaning my catch with a steady hand.

I took care of my mother-in-law for so many years, and I took so much abuse from her ... it happens, I get it. My husband refers to it and feels that his tolerance of my father makes up for it. But my father, a Brit to whom courtesy and manners are sacrosanct, has never offered my spouse any sort of insult, certainly nothing close to what my mil felt entitled to loose upon me.

I'm still here, for a time. I waver between staying up late and savoring every moment, and going to bed early to try to be as healthy as possible. I lean toward the former. I want to savor every moment here, and embrace whatever comes next.

health first, though your company is lovely, health first. your physical and mental health is paramount. but if your mental health benefits from some time here, well, then, win-win.

please take care.

Thank you, V. I'm listening to Katie Segal again tonight, but heading outside in a moment to take in the August 'supermoon' before bed. I wish I had more to contribute here.

I enjoy every moment with my father. Everyone in my family is away, and I have four days of his uninterrupted company to look forward to. His life has been a typical 'span 20th-C life' - so full of history, memories, family stories. It promises to be a good week. I can't ask for more.

Perfect, sexobon. Thank you.

the friggin mercenary posted this on bookface yesterday.

this morning, I woke with it in my ear

that clown has some pipes

Here, maybe this will help:

That might just work

If it doesn't, then you should take Weird Al's advice and have a nice cuppa herbal tea.

Really.

The wide format you tube doesn't work on Tapatalk....

That's creepy as fuck. Pennywise can suck it.

From the info for that clown singing the Lorde song:

Close, but, no Tom Jones.

Arghhhh. I can't get this tune out of my head

I woke up humming to this tune. Did any of you ever see them in concert?

No. :cry: but that bastard was stuck in my head a couple of weeks ago after they played it at the boys' water polo tournament. unthanks for the reminder! ;)