Body and Soul
I never liked the store brands of pasta sauces, until I tried Trader Joe's delicious varieties. Now I find I don't make my own spaghetti sauce nearly as often as I used to. Besides, who ever has the thyme? It's overcast and damp, and bloody freezing in the house, in the low 50's Fahrenheit. I'm too stubborn to make a fire in latter day April, so I'm resigned to being grumpy about it. I've added a playlist section to the blog. I'm a hopeless shuffler. I'm delighted with the first few tracks that popped up today. Coleman Hawkins "Body and Soul" is among my all-time favorite jazz recordings. I'm also very fond of that overplayed Iz tune (Somewhere Over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful Life). I am still trying to find my Blog voice. I'm also in that limbo of an inchoate blog that has yet to garner a comment other than my own. I'm guessing this is natural. As is the alarming amount of unaccountable time gobbled up by random ac...