I Hunger For Your Touch

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September 9, 2012: Sunday evenings are always the worse for me. It's a Sunday evening and I think I miss you more than ever.

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Hi,

 So many folks have covered this song, it really doesn't matter which version to play.

I just happened to be surfing some "Hank Williams" music (see Jerry Jeff Walker) and ran across LeAnn.

I hunger for your touch.

Unchained Melody, LeAnn Rimes

Time can do so much.

But not in this case.

I bought a small book this evening: Shakespeare's sonnets. It would be fun to read them aloud to you.

After Midnight And I Can't Get My Mind Off You

We never listened to the Bond theme songs. There is absolutely no connection between the Bond theme songs and you and me.

It's after midnight and I can't get you off my mind. I need to listen to music and for some reason the Bond theme songs connected me with those wonderful months in Yorkshire.

But that's all I can write tonight.
The top ten Bond theme songs

I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do See You in This ...

I see you on the left when Anna and Anni-Frid are singing

Walking

Last night the house was a whirlwind of activity. I was starting a shower for the 6 y/o granddaughter. Our daughter and son-in-law were packing for an early departure the next morning, to return to Portland, Oregon. In the background, a CD of Ennio Morricone's soundtracks for Clint Eastwood's spaghetti westerns, such as A Fistful of Dollars; The Good, Bad, and The Ugly, etc. Listening to such music puts me in a melancholy mood ("Lara's Theme" is perhaps the most difficult soundtrack to listen to); the mood brings back memories of Yorkshire where I had a soul mate for walking.

There are times when I look back I feel I was walking with Emily Brontë -- not Jane Austen -- when I was walking with Pat. I think Emily Brontë would have been "fun" to walk with.  I don't think I could have met Jane Austen's standards; I don't think Jane would have been a walker. Emily would have definitely been a walker. Emily no doubt spent a lot of time on the wind-blown moors by herself, probably to get away from her father, her brother, and even occasionally, from her sisters.