Me ? Escape? Why, yes, I would love to

"Only a life lived for others is a life worth living."
--Albert Einstein

I don't have any good stories from the Motherland to report at the end of this day, except that I did finally have a good meal. Meatballs and linguine. Mmm. Oh yeah, and when I left that pub I had about 40 people looking at me like I was an idiot--I had exited through the fire escape doors. How was I to know!?! The doors only said "PUSH TO OPEN". Hmm. Correct me if I am wrong but as long as it says that, you would think it would be proper to do just that? Oh well. I didn't set the alarms off and there were no fire engines that came barreling down the road followed by police. So the world didn't end because a chick from the states doesn't understand English english.

So I was thinking about what to write but didn't really have anything to share. However, I got to thinking about a concert Kary volunteered at a couple weeks ago at Thanksgiving Point (cool place if you've never been there before I highly recommend it--if you get a membership you can frolic through the gardens WHENEVER you want--at least that's what Kary claims). Peter Breinholt was the artist. I quite enjoyed the music he and his band performed. Dad--he sounds sort of like Paul Simon! Acoustic guitars, piano, fiddle, mandolin and some others. He sang a song that touched me that night. I don't know what it was, but even with the boys and Kary rolling down the hill and dog piling each other, it made me cry (maybe I was just stressed and sleep deprived?). It's a great song and if you get the chance you should click on the link below to hear it. Well, if you all want to know anything in particular about Carlisle, I would love to see if I can answer your questions. Email me. Leave a comment. Don't call me, I won't answer. It will cost both you and I a fortune ;). Until tomorrow.

What About
By Peter Breinholt

It's been said that to live is to sorrow
It's been said that there's no room for tomorrow
So men stand there and stare at the twilight
And they work out each day as it seems right

Oh I knew you would come
So I say Hallelujah my love
And I think now
All this time has been
On this road

And what about
All the September moons
And what about
All the flowers in June
And what about
All the times that I sit here and wonder

And I could be wrong
For believing this way
And I could be wrong
Every hour of each day
Til I think about
Every moment that I can remember

And they say that to silence is worth gold
And they say every young man must grow old
So we work and we reason our times
Still it's quiet all around here at night

Oh I knew this would be and I say
There is so much to see
And I think now
All this time has been passing by

And what about
All the mountains in spring
And what about
All the choirs that sing
And what about
Every mother that holds a new child

And I think about
All the times as a child
When I couldn't keep
From laughing out loud
And to catch myself
I would go out and stay there a while
All this could have passed me by
Standing lonely all this while

And what about
Every wide open field
And what about
All the wind that we feel
And what about
Every holiday song in a small town

And what about
Every child that sleeps
And what about
Every quiet blue sea
And what about
Every man that we take up to lay down

And what about
All the September moons
And what about
All the flowers in June
And what about
Every moment that I can remember

And I could be wrong
For believing this way
And I could be wrong
Every hour of each day
And I think about
All the times that I sit here and wonder
All the times that I sit here and wonder

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