These days life's a bit of a treadmill, even though I only work 3 days (and evenings) a week. On the other days there's always housework or DIY or gardening. True, I do get time to read and watch telly, and I get a bit of exercise walking back from the supemarket with a backpack, but I want even more time for everything - I've got stacks of books to read, and I need to get back into swimming. And one day get another dog. Probably I'm simply aware of life running out before I've had enough.
I've borrowed 3 massive library books. 1001 songs to hear before you die. 1001 albums to hear before you die. And 1001 beers to drink before you die. I'm going to have my work cut out for me.
This morning on the dog walk sans dog, I set the iPod to play all songs alphabetically.
Atom Heart Mother by Pink Floyd, takes me back to Pollok Halls innocent naughtiness.
Always, by Nilsson Schmilsson, one of the old man's favorites.
All The Girls Love Alice, by Elton John. Lynda and I were introduced to Goodbye Yellow Brick Road on Friday night dinners down Leith Walk with a Canadian couple. He was a clinical psychologist and she was a young beauty whose brother murdered their father.
America by The Nice. When Leonard Bernstein heard it, far from being flattered, he was disgusted.
I've only just begun on the A's. If I'm going to savour the whole musical alphabet, it's going to be a long life.