Leaving on a Jet Plane

I follow a great blog by a gal who has lived in the Canadian Arctic and this evening's post is just so upsetting. The Author of The Fine Art of Falling Apart left Nunavut today on a plane, but she had to crate her dog Bailey. Once she arrived in Yellowknife and inquired about her dog, she found out that the airline lost the dog - not like losing luggage, this is a live creature.

Bailey was finally tracked down, thank God, but you can sympathize with her because you can't imagine that feeling. My God someone would lose a favorite appendage if it were Bud.

Thinking of Gish and wishing her a bright, new beginning...bad nights lead to better days

Ryan Adams, Easy Plateau

Let's take a ride to the easy plateau
Where the cold don't come and the wind don't blow
Moonlight flickers on the water below
The orange grove blossoms
In the orange grove
Bad nights lead to better days
It doesn't matter but I think about it anyway

I want a easy plateau
Some place to rest my head
I want an easy plateau
Some place to rest my head
For awhile, for awhile, for awhile
For a little while

Sleepyhead, come on let's take a ride
To the easy plateau in the back of your mind
Up through the alley, take the door under the stairs
My head ain't feeling nothing but cats and rocking chairs
Bad nights lead to better days
It never happens but I think about it anyway
I want an easy plateau
Some place to hang my head
I want an easy plateau
Some place to hang my head
For awhile, for awhile, for awhile
For a little while

How do I hold on to you
If I can't hold on to me
How do I hold on to you
I want an easy plateau
Some place to rest my head for a little while

I want an easy plateau
Some place to rest my head
I want an easy plateau
Some place to rest my head
An easy plateau