Peter in Patchouli

it's amazing how a single song can so capture a momentary emotion and then carry you through each facet of its sensations until you feel as though the emotion is exhausted. i drove home tonight to ray charles singing Georgia and sat in the car in front of the apartment until the song was over. it clicked. and i don't think it was the words so much as the timbre of his voice. one moment a lullaby and the next a prayer. i wanted to share it with someone but i had already dropped allie at her place and said goodbye to the others. tonight was fun, hanging out with intelligent women who never lack for a good funny story. we were supposed to be playing pool but somehow that was forgotten. instead we talked about the experience of working with someone you find difficult and laughing about alzheimers. my grandma has it - the not funny part- but at some point it becomes necessary to laugh about it or you will combust like the chicken-lady.