Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. Some good music and good laughs and with Mr. Sundberg on his way to Michigan and the kids out at the drive-in with their friends, it was just me and the radio, and after the show? Off went the radio, and it was just me. I got to thinkin’ about how good it feels to just be quiet for a while and how much more of the world I notice when I don’t speak or sing or make noise for a stretch.
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. It was one of those days full up with billowy clouds and wind and sun, and felt like summer in every way. Except one. With all the graduation festivities, the summer jobs, work, lawn care, farmers’ markets, college preparations, all of everything, we haven’t had some real down time, time to simply Be. So we’re off for the weekend to the cabin, and it’s going to be a good time.
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. I was actually THERE, listening, and really — Not Bad At All. Could barely contain myself, and, frankly, I didn’t. I did a few little dances and sang along a bit louder than one ought in a crowd, and when Iris DeMent walked by me I so wanted to call her name and rush over and hug her and tell her how “Sweet Is the Melody” got me through so many long days and nights a while back and how I sing it so often when it’s just me and the housework: “Oh, sweet is the melody, so hard to come by. / It’s so hard to make every note bend just right. / You lay down the hours and leave not one trace, / But a tune for the dancing is there in its place.”
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. We’re nearing, now, the time of summer when the heat comes and there’s a stretch of afternoon when time melts and so does the line between you and the air. It’s comin’, but it ain’t here yet, and today was a day close to perfect: sun, low humidity, wind and billowing white clouds.