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. 

Holiday musings

 I have looked everywhere for this ornament. 

<rimshot>

Le sigh

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.