By Kurt Cobain
Teenage angst has paid off well
Now I'm bored and old
Self-appointed judges judge
More than they have sold
If she floats then she is not
A witch like we've thought
A down payment on another
One at Salem's lot
Serve the servants, oh no
Serve the servants, oh no
Serve the servants, oh no
Serve the servants
That legendary divorce is such a bore
As my bones grew they did hurt
They hurt really bad
I tried hard to have a father
But instead, I had a dad
I just want you to know that I
Don't hate you anymore
There is nothing I could say
That I haven't thought before
Serve the servants, oh no
Serve the servants, oh no
Serve the servants, oh no
Serve the servants
That legendary divorce is such a bore
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Friday was overcast and cooler than the rest of the week, but it was still a nice day for walking, and the beach wasn't as crowded as usual for an almost-weekend as a result. I had to do some unexciting things like folding laundry, but I also got to see ducklings and turtles and a frog, and any day with eagles singing outside my window is a good day. We also have local osprey now and Steller's jays.
I watched Doctor Who with Cheryl (and may watch some Fourth Doctor before the season finale next week); I'm reserving judgment on it until I see how they plan to resolve things, but I loved a story about so many middle aged women. Then I watched most of the Orioles game with Kate (unfortunately with a rain delay and then an 11th inning loss). At least the Mariners won!
Now we're watching the second half of Bridgerton's third season, which went somewhere I didn't expect based on where I thought they chickened out last season, and did not go somewhere I hoped they might, but maybe next season. (There can't be spoilers on the main romances, can there? Aren't they the whole point?) Here is Kurt Cobain's childhood home and the memorial park in Aberdeen:
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