The wonder of the Child ballads
I try to understand, but the whole concept fails me. How does running a bike race through the Old City translate into a two hour bus ride home, on the other side of town> Over an over again, this city score a giant FAIL when it comes to routing traffic around anything bigger than a stunned squirrel. When the QM II sailed into town, the fastest way around was on foot. When there’s a parade, traiffic is solwed, days in advance. forget anything that isn’t scheduled…
Enough venting. It’s the weekend, and I’m trying to master a new piece of software in time to submit some course work So far, it’s not going well, but I’ll eventually get the beat in my brain. I’d better; there’s a “hard deadline” by midnight Sunday.
Had a knock at the door while I was concentrating; a door-to-door “money for a charity” person. Not the way to build me up, buttercup.
Happened to listen to one of the Child ballads, this morning. No wonder these are so popular, for so long. Here’s an example: Two Magicians. Take that, Tin Pan Alley!
Sopper, a solo, involved hamburgers and chicken. The dog was SO attentive. I guess kibble doesn’t make the grade, when the human has something involving cheese and other dog approved fodder. I’d like to oblige his inquiring “paw on my knee”, but I’d be creating a monster. Instead, I save a little treat for the end of the meal, and try to convince him that all is well in his world. He’s catching on.
