… 5:08am
Cat claws on sunburnt skin are easier to ignore than you might think when you’re trying to get another hour of sleep…
Tori Amos plays on in the other room. I’m trying not to listen. But decided to let her sounds take me into another round of dreaming.
All attempts are unsuccessful and I decide to let Richard Thompson officially welcome me to the day.
I used to sleep in on Saturdays.
I used to want to sleep in on Saturdays.
I think I still want to sleep in on Saturdays.
But today is Earth Day and Records Store Day and another day where I’m filling up my schedule for two little girls who love to go on adventures.
So far, I’ve got breakfast planned out. A trip to get some mulch where we might need to take the ferry.
We might go to Chester and wander around.
We might avoid that all together and play mini-golf. I don’t know where.
I haven’t gotten that far – and now my mind wanders to a great place to hike, where I’ll bring peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and listen to Penny protest until she finds her first bug and then she’ll be all dialed in.
I hear rustling and then some fumbling. Little hands looking for a TV remote while the remaining embers of a soon-forgotten dream try and hold on a little longer.
Lucinda Williams and Bruce Springsteen are soon joined by the sounds of someone making make-up and sharing their Tik-Tok tips.
Then Quinn starts calling for the cat.
Her skin isn’t sunburnt so I let the cat go and now we’ve come full circle.
Tribe Of Flannel 