Today is my mother's seventieth birthday. I stayed the night in Lexington to get up at six in the morning and sing to her before she left the house to collect her grandchild for the afternoon (after which I went back to bed and woke to the sounds of my niece running around what we still call the music room, even though there hasn't been a piano in there for a decade-plus). We gave her presents with cat motifs, books and a vermilion silk scarf. Tonight my father is taking her to Café St. Petersburg so that she can have a little caviar, to be fancy. Her sister sent flowers in a red glass vase. I have seen more movies from the year in which she was born than I have from my own.
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- 1: How do you love? How do you solve the etiquette?
- 2: And I'm sorry that I forgot that binders don't go in the dryer
- 3: Trying my best to arrive
- 4: And where the arrow leads, you never know
- 5: The earth is too smart for us to break through
- 6: Cigarette, Alka-Seltzer, career to the back of the place
- 7: So can we say we'll never say the classic stuff, just show it?
- 8: Did karma do you justice when you're down and out and lost?
- 9: The rose will grow on ice before we change our mind
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