Pizza Jazz



Even if life doesn't always go your way and mean dogs nip at your heels, it's nice to put on a jazz cd and lie down on the couch. I bought the Cheese Board recordings for Big J and I've been just listening to it all this week, a real rough one to be sure- the week I mean. The CD is a treasure. You can hear the clanging of pizza pans and people ordering half pies along with the top notch jazz. I think I'll support a few more musicians and buy a few more copies.



C surprised me with a Boston cream pie and slice of pave. It took me such a long time to recognize a suspicious box with red magic markered hearts, C just shook his head and baldly pointed it out to me. When everything else is rough waters outside, there is nothing like cake and a hug for dinner. Much better than a lonely shot of whiskey.



I saw photos of the parents of the Korean man who was beheaded at work today. I think I held my heart a few minutes. Despite all that goes terrible in the world, I just have the jazz today.