Tonight playing Uno with Lucia, then reading her White Bird in bed. Going over to Quinn's nook to play classic greats, like Muddy Water, and For The Turnstiles, and Dirty Old Town, with Arthur, Lenny, Mike and Jamie. Every time like the most sophisticated wine. Way beyond that really.
A day of teaching Patti Smith, and Villanelles, and new Chaucer tales, and listening to kids memorize William Blake. Brilliant stuff.
Arthur asking me about the "pronunciation" of Baktib.
Sofia going to the Xavier dance with Fynn. Teddy also there. Teddy coming home and playing Duke Ellington's Caravan with Quinn as a last song.
I mean, really, there are so many great moments. One day is a bonanza feast.
I didn't even mention all of the food. The drinks. The books. The Prowling Bee blog. (I put up a new one, F754, Grief is a Mouse.)
I played a dozen songs by myself. Deeply felt.
I watched the end of Disclaimer. (Eh. But I did appreciate the twist. And Kevin Kline was wicked.)
Poems and music and art galore.
I gave away 5 shells.
It was my Dad's 80th birthday. Happy birthday Dad! You're the greatest.
