Recursive Words

Here I am at the beginning of another week, and I can’t help wondering where on earth the weekend went. I will admit – I spent much of it cleaning the house – which was made relatively straightforward by most of the household staying shut in bedrooms – to hopefully stop the virus that had slowly worked it’s way around us in it’s tracks.

It’s amazing how things stay where you left them when nobody is around.

By yesterday afternoon everybody had begun to re-appear from their hiding places. After cooking dinner for everybody I put a movie on in the lounge and we tried to watch it – of course the newest member of the household – now two weeks old – had other ideas.

She picks her moments to wake up and announce her presence.

Late in the evening I found myself alone in the lounge and picked a random live show to listen to while noodling on the laptop – and the most wonderful moment of serendipity unfolded.

I had not heard of Kacey Musgraves until last night.

She reminds me a little of Taylor, a little of Kate Voegele, a little of Christina Perri, but mostly not like any of them. Over the space of a couple of hours I listened to both the “Golden Hour” and “Deeper Well” albums.

I messaged a friend from the mid-west – telling them about my discovery – predicting their inevitable eye-roll. They responded instantly with the kind of excited platitudes you never quite expect, but are nevertheless wonderful.

Isn’t it great when somebody you know discovers something you like too, but you perhaps haven’t shared.