I spent most of my weekend pretending I can play the ukulele competently and learned one of my absolute favorite songs ever. When my dad died, I listened to this song over and over again–and it took years to get through
Sometimes when you’re doin’ simple things around the house
Maybe you’ll think of me and smile
You know I’m tied to you like the buttons on your blouse
without bursting into tears. While learning this song I could still barely get through that part.
Fucking Warren Zevon, man.