- The Band, The Last Waltz
- Otis Redding, Dock of the Bay
- Joni Mitchell, ALL
- Buffalo Springfield, For What it's Worth
- Bob Dylan, I Shall Be Released, etc. etc. etc.
- Marshall Tucker Band, Can't You See
- Soundtrack from Woodstock, the movie
- Joan Baez, The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, etc. etc.
- Linda Ronstadt, Heart Like a Wheel (the whole dang album)
- Jackson Browne, most, too numerous to name
- Eric Clapton, Bell Bottom Blues, Layla, Cocaine
- Bill Withers, Lean on Me
- Marvin Gaye, Let's Get it On, Sexual Healing
This is a very partial list. But after this week, I've been listening to my old music a lot. First, my mom fell and broke a vertebrae in her back. I spent the entire night with her in the ER, sleeping when I could, lying across three plastic chair with a pillow and my lovely electric throw blanket (I know the ER is always cold, so....). Then having to intervene when my dad, who is a control freak, fired the first care giver we hired to take care of mom at home. I had to work some magic there, since he felt extremely upset, defensive and confused. My experience with professional care given helped immensely. Dad and I came to certain agreements and wrote them down for future reference. He said I was a "Godsend." That felt good. All subsequent care givers have worked out well.
After my night at the hospital, and then a night at my folks' home, it's fantastic to be back home with my darling husband. Today we continue our quest to improve our garden: we've had soil delivered and half wine barrels and will begin to transplant trees and flowers. Few things bring me as much pleasure as gardening. And my husband, of course, but he is not a 'thing.'
Hope you find your pleasure this weekend.