A journey of grief - losing a soulmate and the path to emotional stability. This is a daily journal of thoughts, sadness, bewilderment, joy, frustration and pain as a therapeutic way to express and release.
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Monday, July 9, 2007
Darn that Barry Manilow!
Darn Barry Manilow is right.
"I can't smile without you."
Nope, I can't.
That darn song. I am going to put the mix of classical CD's on.
Yep - I remember it being hard to listen to songs on the radio with words. I would start off to work in the morning and by the time I got their my eyes would be swollen.
Your sunrise in New England picture has made me homesick. I grew up in RI and lived their most of my life. I don't miss the winter but I do miss the shellfish, especially clamcakes and quahogs with melted butter and RI clam chowder (just broth, now cream or tomato).
Jeez, Betsy. You really know how to torture youself - I mean - Barry Manilow!?! You need to shake that boy out of head and hug the dogs real hard. Butch and I had a few rules, and one of them was he would'nt play John Prine while I was home. Later on though, we'd end up doing a conga line, through the the house, to Bob Marley. Music is soulful - chock full of emotions. I could'nt live without it. But, Barry Manilow - CHECK, PLEASE!
Betsy,
ReplyDeleteYep - I remember it being hard to listen to songs on the radio with words. I would start off to work in the morning and by the time I got their my eyes would be swollen.
Your sunrise in New England picture has made me homesick. I grew up in RI and lived their most of my life. I don't miss the winter but I do miss the shellfish, especially clamcakes and quahogs with melted butter and RI clam chowder (just broth, now cream or tomato).
Donna
Jeez, Betsy. You really know how to torture youself - I mean - Barry Manilow!?! You need to shake that boy out of head and hug the dogs real hard. Butch and I had a few rules, and one of them was he would'nt play John Prine while I was home. Later on though, we'd end up doing a conga line, through the the house, to Bob Marley. Music is soulful - chock full of emotions. I could'nt live without it. But, Barry Manilow - CHECK, PLEASE!
ReplyDeleteSorry GD...I like Manilow...well most of the time. Eh, I am a strange one.
ReplyDeleteDonna, I love sunrises and sunsets capturing that moment of perfect stillness as it envelopes the world. And I miss the winters in new england.