R's rue

I know that I not alone in  this. Sometimes I will be simply trucking along in this rutted furrow that I am ploughing for myself when a song from long ago will pop into my head  uninvited. It may stay for a few days, resurfacing every so often. And there's not a damned thing I can do about it. It's just there like somebody else's choice on a juke box. Currently, I keep hearing a song by The Who. It was written in 1967 by the band's lead guitarist and main songwriter - Pete Townshend. I was never a great fan of The Who but I did see them twice in their heyday - including their headlining gig at Hull City Hall in February 1970. I loved them that night. They were a tight four piece band - Townshend, Keith Moon on drums, John  Entwistle on bass and singer - Roger Daltrey - who by the way is now eighty four years old. Yep - they could really rock and recorded many distinct and characterful songs like "Who Are You?", "Pinball Wizard", "Substitute...

 I try to keep this light and airy here most days, but let me tell you I’m being tested. Finished OT and PT to fix some body parts, and now I may have to fix more body parts. Is this the joy of getting older?  The thought of maybe having to fix more is exhausting, frustrating, humbling and scary. I had to have a friend remind me that I do the hard and unsavory things every day, and I will do it again.  Onto a brighter note, it is Friday, it’s brisk outside, and maybe I’ll see another butterfly on my walk today.  How are you all? from R's rue https://ift.tt/XxZLEK1