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
