"He felt that he was in possession of some impossible good news, which made every other thing a triviality, but an adorable triviality."
-- G.K. Chesterton, The Man Who Was Thursday, Chapter XV
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Breakthrough (and Nigh Immediate Regression)
Tonight, in an unexpected and gratifying turnaround, hubby handed me the remote control and said -- here I quote -- "Pick something."
Joy. Bliss. Freedom.
So, I flipped through channels with the carefree insouciance so often experienced by those of the sterner sex. I alighted upon a real keeper. So I thought.
The Seattle Channel was hosting "Art Zone with Nancy Guppy."
Featured tonight were an acoustic guitarist singing a self-penned anthem about Tent Cities, a clown act complete with red noses, a lady who wrote a song about her mother's death and yet mysteriously cannot play said song on guitar, and a band called The Femurs (my favorite bone!).
We got as far as the clowns.
Really, I think he showed great restraint. Alas, I was stripped of controller rights, probably forever. 'Twas brief; 'twas shining; 'tis passed.
On a brighter note, I think I have now some new lyrics for my work-in-progress blues song. Maybe I can play it on the Seattle Channel someday . . .