Stevie Nicks

I remember when I was little flipping through my parent's record collection and seeing Dad's Stevie Nicks albums and worrying that she was a witch. I was a religious little kid who thought everything not Christian was the Devil's music. I would call it secular, stick my fingers in my ears, and scream "lalalalalalla" at the top of my lungs. A few years ago my wife asked me to download a song called Rhiannon for her, and I did. I put it on a CD I made for her and then stole the CD. I am now completely and utterly infatuated with Stevie Nicks. It's so funny how perspectives change, and how we all change. I listen to Stevie Nicks and Fleetwood Mac all of the time, and I enjoy the emotion behind the music since they all have such an intricate history together.

Tonight I lulled my daughter to sleep while singing "Go Your Own Way" to her. As I sang, her eyes grew heavier and heavier until she was asleep. Then I turned down itunes and walked her into the nursery. Her grandmother just called and she woke up to say hellow. Now Mommy is sitting here holding her.

It's Labor Day weekend almost, and we're not going to the mountains as planned. A friend will have a swimming pool birthday party on Saturday as a last hoora before they move farther south. We'll do that this weekend. Our friends are flying to Portland to consider moving there, and selfishly we don't want them to go. Although selfishly we'd like someone there to visit, although I have a friend in Seattle I promised I'd visit for over the last year. Sooner or later we will get to both.

I took the kid to day care and they only saw one spider today. What friggin' fun. I even wrote a little story to Mrs Spider. The mood at work was not lightened by my story.