Ain’t It Funny
This blog is so sleepy that days can go by before I even think about checking in. And they did. It seems odd that the more caught up you are in the moment, the faster time goes. You would think a jam-packed agenda would slow down your perception of time? Like, wow, I did all that today? It should have lasted forever. But, full speed ahead. Holidays don’t budge. Like it not, next week is Black Thanksgiving.
The older I get the more I like slow songs. I didn’t have the patience for that stuff when I was younger. I used to skip right over the ballads on records. Slow songs were for girls. I wanted to get wild. Now I can listen to slow songs by Coleman Hawkins, Lester Young Duke Ellington, Billie Holiday, Peggy Lee and George Jones all day long. And still time slips away.
November 16th, 2012 at 9:18 pm
tonight, sam cooke
December 8th, 2012 at 9:34 pm
Hi Paul, Friend of Andrea and Rich out here in SF. I teach yoga and this post reminded me that once Only the fast, fast, faster poses interested me. The slower ones were for I didn’t know who. Now, decades later, I realize the whole practice is in the deepening details of the slower poses. Love your blog!
Linda