Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
One of my regrets is that during my 3 years in Europe that I did not partake more of the castles and cathedrals.
Back then I was silly enough to believe that I’d return one day.
That one day has come and I don’t even want to leave the compound.
Many places have their allure but we live in our home made paradise.
Trapped in Xanadu.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RTwLi35hGvE&list=RDRTwLi35hGvE&start_radio=1
Not related to anything in particular, except you are a builder and architect and others on this blog seem handy at doing stuff, so here is a link from ace of spades with an amusing list of tools and definitions of their use:
https://forum.shopsmith.com/viewtopic.php?t=10706&sid=554b99d385d7286947d51951f77bd332
Ah yes, Shopsmith. I subscribed to their magazine for many years, may have even contributed to that list long ago. lol
Nothing like 2 hours straight in the pool for rehydrating that prune shaped ass. After all that weightlessness I had “sea legs” when I got out.
An empty church is a blessing in itself.
National Cathedral, Washington, D.C. I was baptised and confirmed there. Sadly it has gone awry.
I was wondering if anyone would identify it. 🙂
Glory of days gone by.