One of my favorite stories about my Uncle Roger Volker is that, every morning, he stopped by my grandparents’ farmhouse to check on ’em and have a cup of coffee–all the way up to when, in their nineties, they each passed (Grandpa Cotton while napping, Grandma Velma while reading the paper in her recliner). My cousin Sharon may have to correct me on the fine details about that. However, Nicole and I are going to try to follow that tradition by checking on Mom, albeit via phone, every morning. All three of us are excited about the possibility of watching Hamilton tonight.
I briefly got to see my besties Janet Marsh and her love-captive David Truesdell for the first time in ages. They are looking good. David forced a John Cage treated piano CD on me but I honestly gave little resistance.
After I destroyed Nicole’s reading environment with Abbey Lincoln’s screaming, she was nice enough to build an impregnable wall of T-Bone Walker, Earl Bostic, and The 5 Royales around us so we could turn pages uninterrupted. I have a five-layer lasagna of fatigue in my brain that is challenging my bibliophilic focus.
Yes, we are watching Gavin & Stacey all over again and it seems like we just finished it.
Streaming for Strivers:
Here is a serious Album of the Year candidate. The thumbnail’s confusing, but the group is Sault, and their new album is UNTITLED (BLACK IS).