Saturday: A trip to Petaluma to see America and Adam.
Ready to start truckin’.
You who choose, to lead must follow.
Reach out your hand if your cup be empty.
If your cup is full, may it be again.
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung.
I would hear your voice come through the music…I would hold it near as it were my own.
If I knew the way, I would take you home.
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine.
Between the dawn and the dark of night. (via)
Sunday: Sunday Streets on Valencia.
La dee da da da, La da da da da da. (Semi-Secret Square Dance Society). (BTW, want to know my definition of pure torture? Only getting to watch, and not do, one of my favorite things in the whole world, because my kid’s being an a**hole. Oh the humanity.)
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine.
By the way, the title of this post is not to be confused with the movie. I’m referencing this. Which is one of my favorite, but rarely listened to, summertime albums. This past week I have fallen in love with this song, again.
How was your weekend?