Old Is the New New

I haven’t listened to much in the way of music for a long time.

For a number of reasons it never seemed to work at my previous address but tonight I’m all on my lonesome so I cranked up iTunes on my new iMac (which is already superceded by a new model). Due to having all my CDs in a box back in Upper Ferntree Gully, I’m playing Your Daughters and Your Sons by The Duhks, a CD Shannon very kindly and randomly bought and mailed over to me.

I’ve never been an ardent fan of Celtic music but for some reason this album is brightening up the home atmosphere no end. Shannon said she loves The Duhks and I can understand why.

About the only other thing needed will be some additional speakers to add in some bass and grunt.

Epiblogue: Maybe I’ll listen a lot more from here on in.

During my last days at number 14 Clow Ave I had to share a little of the space with Cooky, a Maltese Terrier Linda was and still is dogsitting.

Cooky is an non-desexed male and seems to be good at gaining the upper hand due to his diminutive size and apparent cuteness; i.e. he can be picked up and elevated to a higher altitude than the resident dog, Honey, and he will generally be picked up and placed on one’s bed after annoyingly persistent early morning requests to sleepy humans. The only bed Honey ever gets on is Linda’s.

One Saturday morning I was taking my time waking up with Cooky on my doona when Honey came in, jumped up on my bed and sat on me.

Epiblogue: Desperate times call for desperate measures.