So our power went out last night around 10, and didn’t come back until this morning around 10—and then burned out again, and came back for (what seems like) good about an hour ago. As much as I had been looking forward to the daily blog and chance to write a certain someone, I dig power outages here. It takes away all your opportunities for distancing yourself from the moment by not giving you the opportunity to do anything besides be here now, where you are, with who you are.
And thus, I groped around in the dark for the guitar and a Bob Marley sing-along ensued. Life’s awesome.
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NO WOMAN NO CRY.
Sing in with my now Rolfie...
NO WOMAN NO CRY.
I love your awesome crazy hippie guitar love fests.
He can do lullabies...he can do Bob Marley sing-alongs. Your "O Stalin, My Stalin" rendition was phenomenally funny (I thought I'd switch from the 3rd to 2nd person right now). Rolf, is there anything you *can't* do? Because I'm searchin'...nope, cain't think a' nothin'. :)
Say, Say, I remember...
No woman no cry!
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