I don't know why, but Da is in my thoughts all the time this week. I hear his voice, see his face, even smell him.
Maybe it's 'cos I'm getting up so early each morning (TOO early for a musician!) to drive KateNap to her placement in Nenagh. It reminds me of when Da would get up an hour before me when as a wee teenager I had an engagement with the pipe band. He would make sure I had a good breakfast, my shoes were shined, and my buckles were sparkling!
I got to hold and feed a two month old wee fella last night. I miss that. Even the crying. (Thanks P. (the P))
The upside of not being busy with gigs is that one gets to spend Friday night sitting and laughing on the couch with the entire family watching TV and taking the piss out of each other.
It's so hard to watch a friend look you in the face and lie. To himself.
It's so good to sit with a(different)friend, drink cans and talk shite!
If I was younger I'd move to Australia or Canadia!
I hope, when I'm 87, that my mind is as sharp as Ma's is now. (She'll be 87 soon)
I've had some of the best advice I've ever had from friends I've never met.
Yes, going back to the gym, at almost 51, can make a difference to your body, and your mind.
And yes, I love you all! :¬)