How I Miss Ordinary Things
The call from a friend telling me about
city things like music blaring in some down town
jazz bar...alive with people chair dancing to the beat.
Of course they can't call any more, their time ceased.
My sister's hello, which ended two years
ago in the silence death rendered.
No horns to make you move faster,
We don't rush here on highway 360, our fast two lane speed way
At 60 mph...sometimes, after 9 a.m. I am on it alone, for
the 12 miles to the library.
Why the library you might ask...
Oh because I still work there since 1993...A great job!
Reading and singing to preschool children!
I miss music on the radio playing more than kids I don't understand
what they are screaming about...
I don't know the last time I chanced to hear Ella, or Lady Day or Miss Streisand...
Never the mellow tones of Mel Torme, Ole Blue Eyes Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole
Or even Neal Diamond.
What happened to Perry Como or Johnny Mathis, I wonder.
Of course the generation gap... now called 'Old School'!
Well 9 P.M.
Time to close the book on the ordinary things.
I have crocheting to do and might just play a game or two on
this fine computer that does what it wants to sometimes...my typewriter never misbehaved that way!
For the No Frills Challenge hosted by Kajuncutie
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