finding a new rhythm


    I’m on my way out the door to work and wanted to take a moment to say I haven’t written because I’m adjusting to regular work shifts and trying to carve out writing time between work and the rest of life. I’ll figure it out soon. For today, I leave you with lyrics to Patty Griffin’s wonderful song, “Making Pies,” about someone who worked at the Table Talk Pie Company in Worcester, Massachusetts. The video was put together by someone other than Patty.

    It’s not far
    I can walk
    Down the block
    To TableTalk
    Close my eyes
    Make the pies all day

    Plastic cap
    on my hair
    I used to mind
    Now I don’t care
    I used to mind
    Now I don’t care
    Cause I’m Gray

    Did I show you this picture of my nephew
    Taken at his big birthday surprise
    At my sister’s house last Sunday
    This is Monday and we’re making pies
    I’m making pies
    Making pies

    Thursday nights
    I go and type
    Down at the church
    With Father Mike
    It gets me out
    And he ain’t hard to like
    At all

    Jesus stares at me
    In my chair
    With his big blue eyes
    And his honey brown hair
    And he’s looking at me
    Way up there
    On the wall

    Did I show you this picture of my sweetheart
    Taken of us before the war
    Of the Greek and his Italian girl
    One Sunday at the shore

    We tied our ribbons to the fire escape
    They were taken by the birds
    Who flew home to the country
    As the bombs rained on the world

    Here I am
    Walking the block
    To TableTalk
    You could cry or die
    Or just make pies all day
    I’m making pies
    Making pies
    Making pies
    Making pies


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