I turned the radio on in the kitchen again today.

I baked peanut butter cookies for Frank, but I listened to a new song of Tony's. I wasn't sure if it was an old song one one of the albums I hadn't properly heard before, or if was a real new one. I know I can't trust myself sometimes. But this is what he sang:

When I was a young man I dreamt of the one
who would take me breath away with her smile.
I would think of the curve of her hip to be sure
but I wanted the warmth in her loving brown eyes.
I would thrill to her touch and the call of my name
and I knew when we met my life sure would change

And I knew her name would be Jeannie,
I knew her name would be Jean.

And when I am an old man I won't need to dream
I'll just put out my hand and she'll be.
There in my arms, grey hair on my shoulder
but the smile is still in her eyes
I thril to her touch and the call of my name
I am not sorry how life was arranged

To have lived a life with my Jeannie,
To live a life with my Jean.


I thought the song rather sweet if on the cheesey side, but pleasant to hear in his clear baritone. I filled the cookie jar with 3 batches. And I only freshened the sad pile of ingredients on the corner of the counter. I am not ready to put them away.   ¶ 8:50 PM