Lately I've been listing to a lot of oldies. I have discovered listened to Jackson Browne, Sam Cook, Al Green, and whoever else Pandora throws at me. This includes the incredible Etta James. I honestly don't know how I've never known her before now. She has such an incredible sound. There is a line in one of my favorite movies, Love Actually, where one one the characters talks about how much she loves Joni Mitchell and why. Her explanation is, "Joni Mitchell taught (me) how to feel." I don't know much about Ms. Mitchell but listening to Etta, I get it. I really really do.
I love December. I think it may be, hands down, my favorite month. Between the fairy lights in all the trees and the smell of the evergreens that are decked out everywhere, December just has this effervescent ambiance that is hard to beat. The only thing missing is the cold and snow which apparently is too hard a request for Chicago at the moment. Yesterday or was almost 70degrees. Today it is almost 60. I was warned about these ridiculous winters that aren't for the faint of heart and so far it's more like Colorado than anything else. Winter, just get here! I realize, of course, that in saying this I have just jinxed myself to get stuck in the airport on my way home for Christmas. Not like that would actually stop me from coming home though, I have way too much moxy and smarts to let old man winter keep me from the people I love.
