Our small town is having a celebration and most everyone is working their butts off to make the town presentable. This morning I mowed the front lawn, pulled weeds, swept the garage… And soon the work on the inside of the house will begin with my Germanic overseer giving the house the white glove test. There’s a lot of dust to deal with in the summer.
It’ll be fun once things kick off. Friday night there’s an old fashioned jamboree of old timey music. I’ve got a few cousins that participate in that and it’s fun to just sit back and tap your feet. Saturday is the parade and after the parade the class of ’74 is having a dinner at the house across the street from us. Some of my best friends are in that class and they’ll be moseying on over. Plus two of the guys that grew up in the house behind ours will be in town. It’s going to be a full weekend.
So this might be my last post until Sunday. Too much to do the next few days. I advise you get out into the summer sun as well. This season has another month or so to go. As a wise man once said, Winter is Coming.
Today is my wife’s birthday. She is my best friend, the light of my days, the one that keeps me inspired and involved. We disagree vehemently on music, a lot of movies, I refuse to watch her true crime TV shows, and I do not share her love of food hot enough to scorch you going in and exiting. But that’s the key. You don’t have to agree on everything, just to love the person beyond all that tertiary stuff.
So happy birthday to my one true love. May we continue to celebrate for years and years to come.
The two Stark sisters, Sansa and Arya, went outside last night and were so enchanted by the still night air that they could not be herded inside. I ended up finding them at the door at eight this morning. Now Sansa is ready to nap all day and has found the companionship of Jasper, the nap guru, most enlightening.
Hope you enjoy a Sunday nap as well.
It is extremely windy today and the temperatures only made it into the 60s by the afternoon. The cats gave up asking to go out. At one point there were four of them heaped on the man cave bed, curled in tight balls of fur and contentment.
Yesterday we drove two of the Mercury Land Yachts to Bismarck and left with only one. My mother-in-law drives a little Ford Tempo that has seen better days. We’re going to be getting a used AWD vehicle next week so we’re passing on one of the Land Yachts on to her. I put about $400 into the electrical system and hoses the day before and stopped at the Ford dealer in Minot to take care of a recall on the cruise control. So this should be pretty reliable transportation for her and quite a bit safer.
My MiL is in her late 80s now but still has a valid drivers license, which is rare for that age. She drove us around in the Land Yacht and it was pretty exciting. She has a tendency to stomp too hard onto any pedal, be it accelerator or brake. Carjo said her mother always drove like this. At least in the Tempo she had zero acceleration but the Mercury has eight cylinders and while it’s no race horse, it’s still an upgrade in oomph. So rocketing around with the MiL was an adventure. She nearly clipped someone making a left turn, rammed through a yellow/red light, and twice just avoided rear-ending the car in front of her, one of which was a $75000 Mercedes. But I hope/think she’ll adjust. We’ll just breathe easier knowing she’s driving something that won’t crumble into pieces in an accident.
The photo above is the late great Jonah, standing at the sliding glass door. This was about a year before he died but right then he was full of piss and vinegar. I think I’ll go open a beer now and drink to Jonah’s memory.
Have a good weekend and watch out for old ladies in massive cars. They’re full of piss and vinegar too.
I used to post videos on this blog with regularity but now WordPress has disabled that feature. Heck, they’ve even made it harder to post photos. It used to be if I wanted to post a video I’d just grab a link off YouTube, paste it in, and we were set. Now I need to pay an extra $60 to get the capability to do it, plus there’s a ridiculous amount of rigmarole to go through once a blog has that feature. It’s like Montgomery Scott once said, “The more they overthink the plumbing, the easier it is to stop up the drain.”
So no videos for now. But the cat pictures will always be here. There’s always room for cat pictures.
The other day my wife was a run of talent show videos and I heard some screeching Whitney/Maria wanabe doing her histrionic best to ruin a Queen song. For the love of Freddie, why do these shows think they have to cover Queen? Dancing with the Stars has their professional singers butcher at least a couple Queen classics every season. This has to stop. There needs to be federal, nay international, jurisdiction on this matter.
From now on any pop singer shall not try to delve back into the classic rock vault, especially on rock singers that are impossible to cover like Mercury. Or Plant, or Chrissie Hynde (yes, this legislation includes “Brass in Pocket”). These songs do not work with the vocal gymnastics and runs favored by pop divas. Hell, few songs do. So please, a moratorium on this
My foot is feeling fairly good these days. I walk with a very noticeable limp, I cannot drive or walk for any distance without the boot, and my ankle has some weird swelling going on. I have a MD appointment at the end of this month so we’ll see where I’m at but I feel I’ve turned the corner. It’ll be a long road before I can walk properly, let alone exercise by walking, but I feel like progress is being made.
I am now determined to be more careful in my diet. I know I’ve gained weight since breaking my ankle and it is high time to arrest that. I was a dumpling before this, albeit with a decent stamina on the treadmill. My dumpling days are over. So I’m going to watch what I eat now with a goal of being done by next May. That’s ten months with the idea that at some point I’ll be back to regular exercise. Ten months and maybe, just maybe, I’ll be able to stand nekid in front of the mirror and see something somewhat respectable.
I am starting to make inroads on writing book two of the trilogy. It’s going as well as can be expected. I will be sending out more queries to more agents this week and next. I’m crossing fingers, holding my thumbs, offering many Shubs and Zulls to be roasted in the depths of the Sloar. Whatever works.
Today, for the first time since the big break, I’m back to playing the guitar. This means everything I did before is pretty much lost, including my calluses. Maybe by late fall I’ll be up to playing a three chord song.
The dog has no immediate plans. The cats have promised me their agenda is to sleep, eat, hunt, and vomit at about the same rate they do now. I expect nothing less.
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