It’s funny where the mind wanders when sitting on the traction table, in the dark, in the early hours of the morning.
I was composing emails, to be sent once finished.
Sketching my next painting.
Figuring out the last minute things to add to my list for The Boy’s visit tonight. Check, check.
I visited another time, and briefly wished that things were different and wondered what if. Then thought about previous point and realised the excited butterflies in my stomach now, are a hundred times better than an awkward shoe gaze.
I zoned out listening to Tracy Chapman’s ‘Fast Car’ on the radio. I do heart that tune. Takes me back…
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Fast Car takes me back too but more to a time when I was more of a moron than I am now. I remember mishearing and asking about the lyric ‘and your arms felt nice wrapped round my shoulder’ which I somehow thought was ‘and your arms and legs wrapped round my shoulders’. I think I was stoned so please forgive me.
I love this song. I don’t have much more to say about that. Have fun with The Boy! :P
Sorry, Allison, have I missed something? Have you broken a leg. Is that why you’re on a traction table – or maybe I’m mis-interpreting something
Have a fabulous time with The Boy and say hi for me! He’s a good one.
Dale: Hahaha! That’s great, I love your misheard lyric. Stoned, or not. ;)
Todd: Me too. Wow, we agree on a song! Someone write this down…
Thanks, we had a good weekend. Time to get back to reality now.
GT: Oh, I have a pinched nerve in my neck and sprained rotator cuff. :) I can’t remember if I posted about it.
Barb: I did and he says hello back! :)
I too, heart this song immensely =) Even if I spent the better part of several years under the impression that Tracy Chapman was a man.
I might have missed it while away dog-sledding
IT sounds dreadful
Get well soon
BAP: Hahaha! That kills me. Glad you know the truth now.
GT: Not the greatest feeling, but physio is helping. Thanks. :)