Years ago, I posted about my Questionable Musical Tastes, To Some, in which I wrote about my enjoyment of James Blunt's music. That enjoyment has not changed over nearly a decade now. One of his latest releases, Monsters, is a lovely tribute -- perhaps even a paean -- to his father. It's particularly poignant for those of us who have aging parents.
Time is fleeting. How did we get so aged? I don't feel old. No need to forgive, no need to forget I know your mistakes and you know mine And while you're sleeping, I'll try to make you proud So daddy, won't you just close your eyes? Don't be afraid, it's my turn To chase the monsters away
NinjaHead resides with a sesquipedalian woman known herein as Herself. Herself has a Beloved Husband, with whom she shares three young adult Offspring. When she is not writing Things, Herself nurtures a visceral fondness for small furry creatures. The household menagerie, which has varied in size and composition over the years, presently contains four exuberant young bunnies. Someday, there will be more critters, for she loves them tremendously.
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