I wanted to write about my yoga class, and how connected I've been feeling to my past, and making peace with it after all these years. I wanted to write about singing with my old accompianist yesterday, and how it made me feel connected to my future, and to my inner self, and to all those who loved me who have passed on. I wanted to write about the 10 or so ladybugs who are invading my apartment, and despite my fear of bugs, I don't mind so much. I wanted to write about Samhain, and the ritual I'm planning to honor my departed relatives, and how much I miss them.
But my next-door neighbor is watching "But Can They Sing?" on VH1, at a very high volume, and all I can think is NO THEY CAN'T.
Oh Lord. They really CANNOT sing.