Listening to Aretha Franklin always make me feel good. Eating Russian pastry, drinking soda and thinking about gardening too, although I am not sure if this has anything to do with the good feelings inside.
Ha, I just realized what a wrote, “thinking about gardening”. Oh my. I AM old. Well, there is a reason. Clara and I was having breakfast in the backyard (geez, we’re like a married couple. It’s almost a bit weird, but I like it so who cares? I guess that just happens when you live with only one other person. Maybe it’s something about us human beings, that we just somehow automatically go into some sort of relationship mode whenever we spend a lot of time with one person? I mean, sure this IS a relationship, obviously, because we are good friends who live together and therefore by default spend a lot of time together, but still.)
Anyway, a long tangent aside (me and my trusty steed Tangent, we get along so well together. And we’re off again…)
So, right. Stay focused here. So we were having breakfast in the garden, right, and we we’re just talking about the ugly back wall, and that we should do some thing about it. Thinking about honeysuckle or some form of ivy.
Ideally, I’d like to get rid of the horrible tree on the side and plant some sort of creeper, maybe some form of jasmin or something? The honeysuckle would go great on the back, over the trellis. Alright, I’ll stop now.
I can’t seem to stay on track today, I’m off on all sorts of tangents. I blame it on Curtis Mayfield, that I happen to be listening to right now.
Damn jazzy soul brothers and sisters! (I made a playlist, so I’m also listening to Bobby Womack, Marvin Gaye, Aretha Franklin, Carla Thomas, The Poets of Rhythm, Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings, El Michels Affair, The Bamboos, Al Green, Etta James, Otis Redding, Ray Charles, Solomon Bourke, Lee Fields & The Expressions, The Mighty Imperials, The Budos Band, Antibalas, Menahan Street Band, and as I said, Curtis Mayfield. I blame my recent obsession with Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings, as well as some music Jez has forced me to listen to lately - well, not THAT lately but you know what I mean).
Anyways, so I’m on a soul-related high (it’s GREAT to work to, btw) and thinking about gardening. Whoa. I know how to live, huh?! I am supposed to be working, but yeah…you get the point.
On a different note (again), we were down at the pub again last night. Yes, Clara and I, of course (who else?). The pub being the Royston, btw. We were meant to go down for dinner, which ended up being like 4 pints of Celtic Red, a few shots of sambuca and a lot of water (luckily). Clara’s favourite barman wasn’t working, but mine was, so we ended up chatting to him, and just being generally silly. It was a bit great. Well, until I woke up this morning anyway. I blame it on that stupid cigarette I decided to have. Hell knows why, really, ‘cos it didn’t even taste good. Blah.
So, as I said, right now I am meant to be working so I can have time off on the weekend, but that probably won’t happen. Fair enough too, since I have barely done anything all week, apart from faffed around. I’ll write this week off as holidays, get back into on Monday.
Project Marathon (although this link is for the 5 k run I would like to do, just to keep myself on track) again tonight. Taking Clara with me too, to try out my new runners (fancy orange and stuff) that I got yesterday, as my old ones have finally packed it in completely.
Now, for some work and some of El Michels Affair’s Incarcerated Scarfaces. You can find more about this excellent cinematic soul-band right here, if you’re curious. I know you are. They opened for Wu Tang Clan in 2005 after all.
“And if you wanna do right all days woman
You gotta be a do right all night man”
( i LOVE Aretha Franklin’s lyrics)