I love that video. That's JJ's wife, Christine Lakeland, playing guitar with them. JJ Cale was the picture of laid back. Jimmy Buffett could learn from him. Here's one for you, Sixty. Two ladies from the Piedmont. Rhiannon Giddens singing with Larelyn Dossett, who wrote the song. The Carolina Chocolate Drops sang it on their album of the same name.
It's a low key day.
Both kids were home for Christmas. We told them no presents, and stuck to it. They both left around noon. The tree didn't even get decorated this year, but Christmas came anyway. I put up a tree and strung the lights; that's my annual duty. But the ornaments never made it onto the tree. We had to travel to upstate NY on Thursday. My brother-in-law died last week and we had to go up for the funeral. We weren't close, so it was a case of being there for my sister. He was 14 years older than her. Closer to my dad's age than my sister's.
Anyhow, we traveled instead of decorating. We stopped in Kannapolis on the way back at my in-laws, then came home Christmas Eve. Spent the time here just enjoying each other. Played some board games. Drank coffee, eggnog, and some wine my nephew sent with us. He works at a place that makes wine (Twisted Vine). I hate wine, but I tasted it so that I could truthfully say I sampled it.
Low key, waiting on 2019. 2018 had its peaks and valleys. My dad passed away in February, so that's two trips to NY in one year. My wife figured that it had been 12 years since I last laid eyes on The Empire State. Then we remembered that three years ago, I suddenly felt I should go see my dad. I left work, packed a bag, drove to Watkins Glen, visited him for about half a day, then came home. It was the last time I saw him until we watched him slip away last winter.
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I love that video. That's JJ's wife, Christine Lakeland, playing guitar with them. JJ Cale was the picture of laid back. Jimmy Buffett could learn from him. Here's one for you, Sixty. Two ladies from the Piedmont. Rhiannon Giddens singing with Larelyn Dossett, who wrote the song. The Carolina Chocolate Drops sang it on their album of the same name.
It's a low key day.
Both kids were home for Christmas. We told them no presents, and stuck to it. They both left around noon. The tree didn't even get decorated this year, but Christmas came anyway. I put up a tree and strung the lights; that's my annual duty. But the ornaments never made it onto the tree. We had to travel to upstate NY on Thursday. My brother-in-law died last week and we had to go up for the funeral. We weren't close, so it was a case of being there for my sister. He was 14 years older than her. Closer to my dad's age than my sister's.
Anyhow, we traveled instead of decorating. We stopped in Kannapolis on the way back at my in-laws, then came home Christmas Eve. Spent the time here just enjoying each other. Played some board games. Drank coffee, eggnog, and some wine my nephew sent with us. He works at a place that makes wine (Twisted Vine). I hate wine, but I tasted it so that I could truthfully say I sampled it.
Low key, waiting on 2019. 2018 had its peaks and valleys. My dad passed away in February, so that's two trips to NY in one year. My wife figured that it had been 12 years since I last laid eyes on The Empire State. Then we remembered that three years ago, I suddenly felt I should go see my dad. I left work, packed a bag, drove to Watkins Glen, visited him for about half a day, then came home. It was the last time I saw him until we watched him slip away last winter.
Low key day.
More laid back, low key goodness.
That's a tough year for sure, windbag. Sorry for your losses. On to a better 2019, ya hear?
Thanks, Sixty. The bright side of it was finding gas for under $2/gal. on the way.
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