Yes, just when I thought today was going to be an easy one.

To town and back. One client. A really sweet lady who is (generally) easy to take care of. Get home in the early afternoon, get some more work done at my desk on Ep. 2 for the TV series project. Do some yoga. Have a quiet dinner in the kitchen, sitting in front of one of my all-time favorite shows (I only watch the old ones, with John Nettle in them):

Then off to bed, to study French, then Chinese, then read a little more from James Tabor’s great new (re-issued) book:

Then…

Alas.

Coming home from my evening client last night, one of those things you never enjoy seeing — a dashboard warning light pops up on the beloved Honda Civic Sport while tootling along on the freeway.

So, today is all about driving to my client’s house in town.

Dashing over to the mall to pop in at Rural King then at Aldi’s, to do some quick grocery shopping, since I will suddenly be over there. Then over to the Honda dealership, to get the oil changed, the tires checked and rotated. And SIT in the (albeit, really nice) Honda waiting room….forever.

Then drive home in rush hour traffic.

Maybe get a TINY bit of work done on the TV script — after dinner.

(I’m not going to mention any of this to Peitor because he’s already freaked out by my intensely overloaded schedule this week.) (He’s over in his part of the world, working like a crazy person on Ep. 2 because so much stuff is happening right now regarding our TV Pilot script.) (Whereas, I’m just a crazy person.)

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Okay!

I just want to mention a little bit about that client last evening, that I had posted about yesterday.

It went very well — partly because his daughter popped in to see him right when I got there and her visit left him in really good spirits. Plus, it was a gorgeous afternoon, so I was able to take him out into the garden for a while before dinner, and he loved being in the sun and looking at all the flowers.

I was working very hard to keep him in good spirits after dinner. Trying to avoid anything that could trigger him. I tried to keep the “conversations” going, in whatever direction they veered off to, since I generally have no clue what he’s talking about at any given moment.

And when my replacement came, and I was getting ready to go home, I went over to say goodbye to him, and in a really quiet voice (so quiet that I had to lean in really close to hear him), he said; “Why are you trying to save me?”

Wow.

Of course, I have no clue if he even knew he had said it. But, wow.

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Okay. So here are a couple of Nick Cave photos from my own really huge, non-Instagram stash!!

And this is a photo from 5 or 6 years ago, when Kara had bought me this really cute photo holder, specifically to put this photo in, because it’s probably my favorite Nick Cave photo from yesteryear:

I have to say, Kara always buys me the best gifts!!

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All righty.

I gotta scoot and get this insane day underway.

Have a terrific Tuesday, wherever you are in the world.

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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Okay!

I think I’m starting a new daily feature:

Gifts Keith Richards gave me when I was a wee bonny girl!!

I am, of course, referring to songs Keith loved, that he would talk about in an interview in some magazine, and then I’d go out and try to find the record and then buy it with my babysitting money, and then I’d listen to it alone in my intense little room, playing it on the portable record player that my dad bought me, and the song would change my life. Here’s one!!

Merle Haggard’s “Sing Me Back Home”. 1967. Enjoy, gang.

“Sing Me Back Home”

The warden led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom
I stood up to say good-bye like all the rest
And I heard him tell the warden just before he reached my cell
“Let my guitar playing friend do my request.” (Let him…)

Sing me back home with a song I used to hear
Make my old memories come alive
Take me away and turn back the years
Sing Me Back Home before I die

I recall last Sunday morning a choir from off the street
Came in to sing a few old gospel songs
And I heard him tell the singers “There’s a song my mama sang
Could I hear it once before you move along?”

Sing me back home with a song I used to hear
Make my old memories come alive
Take me away and turn back the years
Sing Me Back Home before I die

Sing Me Back Home before I die

c- 1967 Merle Haggard