--- [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: > <<I'd settle for just the single, or maybe Bob can > burn > it for me somehow on my next Joni bootleg or covers > request? >> > > You know I'd do it too, Rose...we'll figure > something out. >
I just downloaded it off Musiccity.com. Can you (meaning I) send these things (mp3s) as attachments? I mean, I know you *can* - I tested it by sending one to myself, but I got some kind of warning from my ISP about clearing out my mailbox (it may have been that I was sending it from my sympatico account to the same account which may have confused things) I can send it to people if this is something that can be done without screwing things up and will do so if you ask (but not without your permission, of course, and can't send to the list, (I don't think this thing supports attachments does it?) Or can burn a CDR for you, if you like, and send it by regular post (but I'm stingy and wouldn't want to send only one 3-1/2 minute song!) Can someone who *gets* this stuff please let me know before I start making promises I can't keep? Otherwise, downloading the morpheus software from Musiccity.com is quite easy - after all, I was able to do it, so there you go. Anyhow, I know what you mean about Christmas being a sentimental time. There are years (and this is one of them) where I'd prefer to run away from it all. I imagine a cabin in the woods. It's surrounded by snow. I have no idea how I got there - there are no footprints or tracks of any kind anywhere. There's a roaring fire in the fireplace. There aren't a lot of people there, and not one who pisses me off (therefore, the father of my children isn't there, now that's my idea of paradise, but I digress ;] ) It's two years ago this very day that I saw my father alive for the last time. He died January 25, 2000, so of course I think of him at Christmas. And my Mum who died a few years earlier, but once Dad was gone, that was it - I was forced to become a grownup and believe me, it ain't all it's cracked up to be. I miss the Christmases my whole family would get together at my parents' place and the turkey and the whole bit. At Christmas 1999, because my Dad and my stepmother had spent Christmas Day itself with my stepmum's family, we did the McKay family Christmas on Boxing Day. Usually Dad acted as Santa and, after dinner, he would call out the kids' names and they'd come and collect their presents - they'd always be antsy as hell and wired on sugar and they couldn't wait a minute longer, or they'd probably burst from excitement. That last Christmas, Dad had gotten quite shaky from the Parkinsons' and he couldn't manage very well picking things up, and his voice had gotten quite weak, so I moved up over beside him and helped him out. This Christmas was a very quiet one. I had the ex over - after all, he is the father of my children and, as long as he doesn't hang around too long, I can handle him without wanting to smack him one. I cooked a turkey and mashed potatoes, home-made cranberry sauce, stuffing, gravy, green beans and carrots with fresh mint; mocha cake for dessert. It was a pretty spare Christmas gift-wise, because there's not a lot of money around right now (thanks to a certain jobless bum who will remain nameless but if I don't help him out, I may have to take him back - and I'd rather walk off a cliff), but I wanted the dinner to be a good one and the kids to be happy, and I think they were (if a bit disappointed in the few gifts they got this year, but they had been warned they probably wouldn't be getting too much this year.) I appreciate the fact that JT uses the "until then, we'll have to muddle through somehow" line rather than the "Hang a shining/shiny star upon the highest bough" that almost everyone else sings. I prefer the muddling bit, because it's much more realistic and far less saccharine than the shiny star. ______________________________________________________ Send your holiday cheer with http://greetings.yahoo.ca
