Happy Thanksgiving

 

Thanks from the bottom of my heart to each of you for taking time to read my drivel over the years. I appreciate it more than I can say.

Wednesday check in

 

The big Thanksgiving holiday will be upon us tomorrow. If you are traveling, stay safe. 

The wife is in the middle of changing the house into a winter wonderland. As always the place is beautiful, classy, and elegant. We crossed paths this morning as I stumbled downstairs to get my morning coffee and she was heading to bed, content after a night of decorating. 

The weather has made a big change. It is windy and cold. Temps are not expected rise above the thirties for the next several days. 

I am determined not to work at all today. So far I have put on over six hours of work this week. “So what?” you mutter. I’m supposed to be on vacation. 

Yesterday was my grandson’s birthday. He would have been eight. 

My Wife

 

I could put up some more Momas and Papas but I wont.

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. 

All the leaves are brown

 

If the summer change to winter, yours is no disgrace.

 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?

Ahhoooga, ahhoooga

 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.