The Day Jerry Lee Died
And another chunk of my youth is gone. Jerry Lee Lewis died today at the age of 87. I know the man had faults (and seven wives). He was certainly no saint. In fact, he once said, "If I'm going to hell, I'm going playing the piano."
Well I hope Jerry Lee isn't in hell. I hope he's sitting at that great piano in the sky and all the angels, and maybe even St. Peter and Jesus, are jumping and jiving. I sure jumped to a lot of his music--back in the day when I could jump. Rest In Peace, Jerry Lee.
Here's how far I've made it with my quilt album, which will hold photos and stories of all the quilts I've made throughout my life. The patchwork piece is from some English paper piecing that I started a few years ago and never finished. It will be the front cover of the binder. And I got some of the rows of Karen's Log Cabin quilt joined today. Only two (or is it three) more long seams to go.
Now that I finished the 42-episode series "The Following," I've started a series that Sister Ramey recommended, "Night Sky," and wow! is it ever good! I got through three episodes last night. Starring two of my favorite actors, J.K. Simmons and Sissy Spacek, it's the story of an elderly couple who have lived most of their married lives with a big secret in their shed. It's a wonderful story, and Spacek and Simmons have never been better. (Except maybe Sissy was more awesome in "Coal Miner's Daughter." I can't think of a role that has ever been better played than that one.)
So now I'm going to settle back on the couch with Tomcat Taco and watch some more of this great series.
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