Le ciel tisse une couverture en laine
L’été prépare ses quartiers d’hiver
Charles Aznavour- Je te Rechaufferais
(the sky weaves a woolen blanket,
summer prepares it’s winter quarters)
I will warm you (the translation is mine, but, I think you get the image)
It is a glorious morning.
The sky is blue the air is crisp and I slept very well.
To an insomniac, weather obsessed Canadian,
this is a very good thing.
I have been reading many book blogs, lately,
and I find that mine is very different from most.
I haven’t decided if that is a good thing,
I am impressed by the amount of work some people put into their blogs.
I think mine is more a stream of consciousness , kind of a thing.
I guess it’s about what’s on my mind.
So, maybe it isn’t really a book blog?
More personal, less literary.
Things take on a life of their own.
I guess I’ll just follow.
I have been listening to music this morning,
the apartment is quiet.
I had tentative plans that fell through, no big deal.
I think I needed the peace and quiet.
I was listening to an old Aznavour CD ,
I was actually going to say record.
I remember listening to him as a child on vinyl,
and later as a lovesick teenager on cassette.
Vinyls were special,
the big sleeves with liner notes,
the putting down of the needle on the record,
and sitting there and listening.
When I was young we listened to a lot of music in my house.
With my dad, it was Jazz and Classical and Rock.
With my mom, it was Québécois music and la chanson Francaise.
I learned to really love language, through lyrics.
Guys like Aznavour and Brel were giants.
In English, it was Dylan and Kristofferson who I always taught were the great wordsmiths.
Books taught me to love stories, songs taught me to love words.
So, as summer prepares it’s winter quarters.
I wish for you all,
many good books,
beautiful music (with or without lyrics, your call)
and someone to warm and who warms you.