It's Friday. So glad. A cat hollers--which means some kind of attention needed Cats need to get a job. Their litter doesn't grow on trees--well--hmm.I could go on about work. How I still wonder how I grew to be one of the older statesmen on my team. Just when did I cross from the Eternity Lake of my 20's to Put on Reading Glasses to Read Ingredients on Food Carton Pool? More angry at myself I'm in this situation. Which I just need to crush the cycle. I do think think I disappointed one of the young ladies today that I didn't want to thrust the peace sign with my fingers and say, "Peace out, yo." I choose not to be the cool mom who hangs out with her daughters' chums. When did the grown up stuff really begin?
Tish tosh. That's a topic for another day.
Hey, it's a week before Christmas. And I want to hear Nat King Cole sing a song that so reminds me of Christmas memories with my Dad. I've not been back to Iowa, for Christmas, since 2001. Two months after his passing. I miss it at times--yet I went home to spend that time with him. Now his spirit spends Christmas in my heart--everyday.
Cue up Nat.
6 comments:
Nat King Cole rules. Interestingly he was a better jazz pianist than a singer!
That's an adorable feline by the way.
There's something about Nat's voice--that I like. Not the strongest, yet not like anyother's either.
Thanks for liking the cat! :)
You are a delightful person. I am so glad I came over from another blog and "met" you.
Thank YOU, Admiral! I like your blog too!
Nat's daughter was here in Knoxville a few years ago before she had the transplant..just before..and did a fabulous show at the Knoxville Symphony Orchestra.
There is no one like him..never will be. He is..."unforgettable".
The Admiral and her Mom. :-)
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