Trip to Detroit
It will be my mother-in-laws' 90th birthday on Aug 8.
Gathering of the clan Glowinsky.
I absolutely hate everything having to do with air tavel
Finger picking
Coordinating the left right P-I-M-A arpegio.
I totally get lost on cord changes!
Honey do
My wife can think up stuff faster than I can do em.
Sort of makes me feel incompetent.
If I had a corn cob pipe and a jug of corn liker n a hound I'd just sit on the porch humming old church tunes n puff the pipe.
First of look what the Artificial Intelligent search engine found for me
I went to college between 47-52 years of age.
Took computer science.
Read at least 30 2” thick books.
Read at least 2000 hrs of online docs
Stared at computer screens till I was 66.
Tired “O” reading.
I do this for 15-19 minutes a day.
Then I drink garden and play guitar.
Jest call me….
Functionally illiterate.
Most of the people/bands I'd like to experience are either too expensive or too dead. Think I'll stay on my porch and endeavor to achieve some sort of musical plateau. If I arrive at that point, I’ll drive into town and busker(no hat for tips) on street corners and parks.
Has nothing to do with the prompt.
Odd as it seems, I have a soft side
At 6:50 this morning I was looking out the back window cataloging all the tasks to perform, weed eating deadheading and the like.
From the corner of my eye I spotted the “loner”, a whitetail doe which for some reason or another doesn’t hang out with the herd that crosses the property daily. We have an established deer trail that wanders across the place. Then I caught another movement, at first I thought it a weed fluttering in the morning breeze. It moved again, it was shiny. It was a still wet newborn fawn. I called my wife, “honey we have a boinger, come look”. By the time she got to the window another fawn appeared out of the weeds. Twin fresh born fawns. We call them boingers or zippies because they have so little muscle control from the months cooped up in mom.
These babies will grow up and molest our flower and vegetable gardens. But newborn how can ya not marvel?
Endurance
It isn't the journey, it's the destination.
In a car or truck I've been known to drive 900 miles at a sit.
On a bike it's fill the tank and twist the handle, fill up and twist
I have a pair of bib overalls that raise my confidence.
When I raced I loved to pull a pair of Osh Kosh over my leathers.
My sponsors disliked the fact that I'd cover their logo.
My association with these is as irrational as any lucky charm
And Yet
All these years later it still works
Wearing overall or shaving with a straight razor get the man on
I have 3 recurring dreams, the rest are just random crap.
1. I'm waiting execution.
2. I'm trying to fix something, anything.
3. My third wife shows up and still doesn't understand my sorrow at losing her.
Conclusion:
?
Self reliance
Years ago a singer song writer named Louden Wainright III wrote this lyric
My father thinks I’m no good for nothing
I’ll never amount to much
But he doesn’t know my secret weapon
I can count on myself in the clutch
My first wife always looked for someone else to see her through the tough times.
All of my children grew up with that ethic.
They have been in trouble all their lives.
Not a pipeline...
Just a litty bitty HO gauge train
Bringin Jenny Craig prepackaged meals
and
Litty bitty pep talk person, preferably not Kirsty Ally, maybe David Letterman or Billy Crystal
and one of those fun house mirrors that lie.
Another senior moment:
Caught up in another gross misunderstanding.
Turns out it was a "Food Bank"
The getaway car was an electric golf cart.
The battery is dead.
I'm sitting on lower BF Egypt expressway with groceries not golf clubs waiting for the guys in white coats to take me back to Dell Webbs.
I hope I enjoy the electro shock as much as usual.
The French have a saying that covers this situation, however it seems to have slipped my mind.
Ta Ta
Jeez I never win in Nevada. When we go my wife plays till her cash is gone. I play for one hour and then it's up to the room or out to the car. I always take at least one guitar and one harmonica. I pick out one lick or 8 bars, any tune, and work on it till she's done. June 11 I'm going to the Nugget to listen to "Los Lonely Boys". Wife will be paying her "Nevada Dues".
Our friend Bobby Lee Biram from Detroit graces our picnic table thrice annually with his baby back ribs. I try and try but can’t make the grade on this one.
I usually pump up a nice Bok Choy salad to accompany, and my wife goes to the garden, cuts mint and mashes up Mojito base.
When the pneumonia settles I’m lookin forward to it.
