and it brings its own particular
flavor to the plantation.
i suppose that if it were sunny and warm, i might feel differently, but today, right now, it's cold and dark and quiet. i guess part of the melancholy is hearing about joe cocker and remembering when i first heard him. yeah, death and dying are real harbingers of the holiday season...
he was 70.
i have a birthday coming. i'll not be 70, but...
there will be cake, but not made by me! somehow making your own birthday cake
just ain't right!
this winter also brings memories of other winters with friends no longer here. we'll raise a glass or 20 to Big Shelly and remember good times.
winter and the end of the year always remind me that nothing is ever guaranteed and that we should never miss the opportunity to say
i love you to the people who are part of our lives.
we can't change the past, we can only be present now.
tomorrow isn't here yet.