Old Age Day by Day August 18, 2010

I haven't been singing enough. I need to get back in practice. The quality of my life improves so much with music, even if it's just The Wiggles with a granddaughter. I feel lifted with music, and for some reason I've forgotten to include it in my day. At our cabin, I have a few ancient CDs and a player, and in the evening, when I'm reading, I listen to Kitka or Cole Porter or opera arias. And when I get back home, I forget to sit down and enjoy music, and lately, I've been forgetting to sing as I walk the dogs or am in the car. Maybe I'd better forget NPR and stick a CD in, so I can sing along to Linda Ronstadt or Magnetic Fields. I had been playing French Cafe Songs in the car, and somehow they felt familiar and goofy at the same time. So much for news, I need the real heart of the matter.