Thursday,

It’s been a hot minute, perhaps the pangs of the reality of things are finally setting back in. Hope you’re doing well, the cold has moved in swiftly here, and I’m sure it’s worse further north. I don’t remember if I told you or not, but an old ‘friend’ of ours reached out to me, and let me know there is a bike path behind where we used to work together! Totally going to check that out in a couple weeks. Wish you could be there. There’ll probably be about 1 billion mosquitoes given all the rain that has been coming down; a good cold snap would probably do them in though if it drops low enough. Weather in our great state (am I right?)!

I’ve been hitting the bluegrass music pretty hard of late, not that you really got me into what I’m listening to now, but it certainly opened the door. Stan Rogers, Gaelic Storm, they lead down a pretty fine path. I got more into what I think is considered progressive bluegrass(?) Nickel Creek, Crooked Still, Sarah Jarosz, all good stuff – I think you’d like most of it. Could you imagine just the two of us in the kitchen? Old hips swaying softly to those lovely strings. I’ve always had this image in my head of us doing dishes together, not sure why; I’d wash, you’d dry, you’d also make fun of my extra wrinkly old man hands as I ran them cringingly down your face.

I’ve decided to turn on some of those beats now, Nickel Creek, they have a fair amount of songs that clutch my heart. Thile has a way with both the words and music that pierce my soul. I wish I could play any instrument like that man.

I didn’t see any stars tonight, but if I could, I’d wish on the brightest one that I could see you again, if only for a moment. Miss you Thursday.

D.M.