Music! Hooray!

It's cold. This just doesn't happen in Middle Americaville in late June. This morning the woman on the radio said, "What, is it sweltering hot in Oregon or something? Because somebody out there has our weather. And I hope they keep it."

I'm also squealing with great mindless joy because I now have a copy of Jane Siberry's "No Borders Here" on CD. I had forgotten how fabulous this album was. (I had also forgotten how very ping-ping drum-machine eighties it was, but you get used to that.) I'll leave you with these words, from 'Symmetry':

Or say you're at the table and you've got your forks and knives.
Do you switch them around till you've got them just right?
... This is while you're talking to someone.