Monday.
Like I care, I’m on vacation all week. I hoped to sleep in, but sometimes life moves at its own pace.
I may be on holiday, but I will work a few hours today anyway. I have stuff that cannot wait a week. So it goes.
Besides, I don’t want anyone at the government to decide I’m not a professional.
I guess it was sometime in 1975 when I started working. I made a whopping $2.10 per hour. I got s raise to $2.30 the next year. I saved up every penny plus the money I got for mowing my grandmother’s lawn and went out and bought a brand new Pioneer receiver. I hooked up a pair of big Utah speakers I purchased on credit from my brother. I was able to listen in on the distant rock stations from Indy, first the locally famous WNAP and later WFBQ.
Several months later I was able to add a Pioneer turntable. I soon started buying albums. I borrowed from my brother’s extensive collection, always taking care to use the “discwasher” system every time to keep the sound clean and clear.
At some point I acquired a copy of the Yes live album Yessongs. My life was changed. I discovered the virtuosity and complex world of progressive rock. I have loved the band since. I’ve seen them live several times and I own almost every album (not tho the last few).
I’m listening to the Yessongs album as I type this. I suspect I have listened to all or parts of this album at least once a week since 1975. I still listen to Yes most nights as I drift to sleep.
You do the math. If I have listened to this album every week for 50 years; that means I have listened to it about 2500 times. I would guess that figure is low.
Is there any music you have listened to for fifty years?
Sound the foghorn!
A thick blanket of fog lies heavy on the neighborhood this morning. The neighbor’s front lights are fuzzy bright spots in the distance.
I don’t know why you would care. I only mention it as a means to a post. Yes, that is where we are now on our mostly daily conversation around here. I initiate things and my words disappear into the ether. It’s the same way when I contact potential prospects for work.
Tap, tap. Is anyone there?
I know you are. My visitor logs prove it. You have to admit this strange hobby where I throw up words and sentences about random stuff in some vain hope someone somewhere reads it is a bit weird.
Enjoy your Friday.
Sure, I am going to complain. I’m good at it. Friday afternoon I raked up all of the leaves on the front lawn. So it goes. As the wife reminds me I wanted all of those trees.
After a windy weekend the yard was covered again on Monday. I fired up the mower, chopped and bagged them. The lawn looked great.
I woke yesterday morning to rain and wind - and a carpet of fallen leaves. This batch was double what I removed just 12 hours prior! @&$?!%#.
If it dries out this afternoon I’ll do the mower thing, providing the layer is not too thick. Otherwise it is back to the old rake.
Let me see if I have this straight. Tariffs are great and wonderful and in no way increase prices for Americans.
We have to reduce the tariffs on select goods to make them more affordable for Americans.
Got it.
