The “I’m Not Running for Office" photo session with my sister and her fiance. Matt grilled shrimp, swordfish, red pepper kebobs, lamb and beef steaks, sausages. My sister cooked homemade polenta, garlic mussels, green beans with pearl onions, good breads with homemade Europeanish dipping sauce, and she made dairy and gluten-free dirt for dessert. I did some serious prep work like icecubes, cutting pineapple and peppers, setting the table outside, and full out comedy… That came in very handy when Matt was on dishes. Moscato was served along with water. Another sister, a brother, and a cousin joined the feast. It was excellent.
When all company not pictured left it was time for my first facial… and a second glass of moscato. It was fun, funny, and I learned how time and age confuse me. Like if you are three years older than someone but only for part of the year. The other part you are two years older. So does that make you 2.5 years older? I am still confused on that one.
Is Age in the Eye of the Beholder or the One Looking Onward? is the last pic.
It is National Dog Day and I am dog sitting Chester for two of my sisters and a brother. He has been good so far. The only few words he seems to know is “Chester”, “buddy”, and “treat”. I think his favorite saying to listen to is “Das ist der gut hund”. He was actually in the Doritoes commercial competition for the Superbowl last year. Somebody must have slipped the high-strung canine some elephant tranquilizers or something. I could not handle being with him at a camera shoot. No way. Now a buffet… sure. We could get kicked out together for eating too much.
I drove thousands of miles across the country for some days last month. I have driven hundreds of miles since. Not a single tune has played from my tape player or radio through the travels. There is too much to think about than to be distracted. Sometimes I will write a song as I drive down the road because I have thought as far as I can on something important to me. Maybe it is a lady, or her clods of dysfunction, maybe it is a goal or how I failed at one, maybe a work of literature to be rewritten/edited, or just written in the first place to add to another literary work, whatever- I take a break from thinking too hard in the hot dry ride. Why should my mind be sweating when my body is already doing such? Okay so here is an example of a tune: “Country Music Death Metal Songs” is sung in a crooner/lounge tone with a serious midwest farmer accent. I do no not like country or death metal. I like this fun simple song though. I laugh. The music sounds almost identical to “Big Bad Bill…” by Van Halen… without the clarinet. I do not see myself listening to any music on the road trip back. Too much to think about for now. It is going to be a hot one. Answers will have to be found as the miles pass. Maybe some vinyl too as the days pass.
I will be going to New Mexico to camp tomorrow and Thursday. Friday is a drive to Kansas. I am meeting up with a friend from the Appalachian Trail adventure from 2011. I kinda helped save his life… or kept him out of the emergency room anyway. We have been talking about hitting the AT again. I might stay a night or two with him and his family.
On my way out to Cali I ran into some isolated places loaded with pretty solid vinyl in Illinois of all places. I got SRC’s lp with Bolero for a quarter! I plan on spending a couple of days shopping for 60s/70s record gems on my return through Illinois. There were a plethora of secondhand stores that I just drove by due to time constraints. I never seen anything like it. “I shall return”I thought as the drool and hyperventilation could not be contained. I am responsible though so now that a month of work has been accomplished, I can have a good time traveling and searching for what I know of… and perhaps even better; the things that I don’t.
This is Connie and presented is how he would see himself… if he gazed into some sort of reflective substance. Connie is the secretary and greatest philanthropist of the rabbit ward. Next to the presentation is how people see the Connie. I had to fork over some carrots to get permission to use these.
I caught the scoundrel with Woodrow Wilson’s wife later in the morning.
Modernfae transformed into Southernfae. I hope that she does not go bald, gets buck teeth, or starts playing the banjo as well as makes weary travelers squeal like a pig. Just saying;) Gotta love California nights… with some Yo La Tengo.
If you like music then check out “Psychedelic Progressive Garden” at Spotify. It is about 24 hours of the aforementioned. They only have so much, but still a little is better than none;) I have been adding a few songs today- first time in over a year.
I have listened to thousands upon thousands of songs in my lifetime. This song in my opinion is THE ultimate-baby-making song… or at least attempt to. The song is perfect for such. I will know if it is true when or rather if I ever get married. I hope my wife (if she ever be) digs it:)
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