ta ta tee tee ta...

i beat my rug this afternoon/evening. in the background someone was testing their old timey train whistle. attached to train. said locomotive a trolley more than anything. it hauls wealthy tourists to prevent wine related auto collision. but train whistle high and frequent and train out of sight seems very petticoat junction. beating rug in the shadow of a steamcloud. nows all i need is a triangle. and ladle.

i've been searching for spectacles. none seem to suit me. it's difficult to find the right frame.

maternal, mathematics, mature, mazurka, may day. i accidentally bibliomanced. what does it mean?! hard cheese! fiddlesticks!

tuckered.

richie havens singing here comes the sun...little darlin' it seems like years since it's been clear...

our music teacher used to make us sing the folk songs. and we'd sing exercises. ta ta tee tee ta. and we'd sing some classic rock. and hymns.

now for a lullaby. the cats will all join in. yes.