By Paul McCartney
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
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Paul and I got up very early to empty out Daniel's closet before the company coming to remove the mold and dry out the wood arrived. We discovered treasures from Daniel's first pair of shoes to his leftover Bar Mitzvah invitations to Maddy's bridesmaid dress from Noelle and Tommy's wedding, plus a dozen old kids' Halloween costumes and Daniel's missing Thoth Tarot deck. Now we will have big, noisy heaters and dehumidifiers in that room at least through Sunday.
I had won tickets to the Counting Crows concert at Jiffy Lube Live, but when Paul got home, we decided we were too fried to sit in traffic for an hour and a half, then go to the concert, then sit for at least another hour in traffic to get home. Instead we watched The Beatles: Eight Days a Week - The Touring Years, which was pretty great. Around Seattle Center on the Fourth of July, including a citizenship ceremony, a man walking a pig, and the Chartres labyrinth replica:
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