Happy Saturday. It looks to be a great day. I have to cut the lawn today, it looks like a pasture in the back yard. I went to fire up the grill the other day and saw there was a thistle about a foot high near the patio box. So much work to do..
It is easy to get ambitious on a Saturday morning, flush with the prospect of $17.00 in royalties.
Perhaps we should listen to some music and think about it.
A blonde arrived for her first golf lesson and the pro asked her to take a swing at a ball to see how she’d do.
The blonde did so and completely duffed the shot.
The pro said “Your swing is good but you’re gripping the club too hard. Hold the club just like you would your husband’s manhood.”
The blonde took another shot and nailed the ball 275 yards straight down the fairway.
The pro said “That was excellent!!
“Let’s try it again, only this time take the club out of your mouth.”
Probably NSW.
You shouldn’t probably read this blog at work anyway.
So, it is with excitement and trepidation I present:
You can buy it here in paperback or Kindle. I priced it as low as possible.
Look, I have no illusions. But if you do bother to read it, give me five stars. Then give an honest review. Amazon only cares about the stars. Me too. *
It is done, one item on the bucket list complete, even if it only proves that a person can read ten thousand books and completely lack the skill and ability to write one good one.
So it goes.
*I do care about the actual review. I really don’t want it to suck.
It was a good weekend. No, I did not get the lawn cut. No yard work was completed. The house went uncleaned. I did not shampoo the living room carpet. Nor did I paint the walls in the family room and kitchen. These are all projects we pondered for the weekend. Instead, went to hang out with friends on Saturday. This is likely one of the last weekends this year we will get to enjoy their pool. On Sunday the wife and I went up to Atlanta (IN) for a big festival. We walked around. She looked at stuff, I listened to music in my ear buds and watched people. After we came home the wife went shopping while I plopped on he couch and watched a recording of the Colts game. Colts won. Cubs won. It was a good day all around.
I hope you had a great weekend too.
On a completely unrelated note, here is a cell phone picture of a landmark from my hometown. Not the tent, the big castle-like building in the distance:
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| This was a school. It closed one year before I could go there. |
If you have ever read the oft-posted account of my first date with my now-wife, that dance was held upstairs in that building.
I have no reason to believe you care about this at all. I haven’t even lived in that town for 35 years.
The trees in the neighborhood were sitting Friday afternoon wrapping up the week. They looked at the day planner and gave a startled exclamation. “Oh, crap!” They said. “It is fall.”
So today, I notice the leaves are starting to turn to yellow and russet and orange hues. The nights are decidedly cool and the days are pleasantly warm. Yes, friends, fall is upon us.
We may or may not be okay with that notion. Me, I do not mind. I’m a four seasons kind of guy. But consider this. It is about ninety days until Christmas.
Here is some music to cheer you up:
A husband and wife are sitting on the couch watching TV.
The wife looks at the husband and he is staring at the ceiling above her head, she looks up and asks,
“What are you staring at?”
“A spider,” he replies.
“I don’t see anything,” she says.
“Oh, it must have fallen on your head,” he said calmly.
The wife jumps up screaming…
The man says,
“While you’re up, can you get me another beer?”
For the first time since big hair and shoulder pads were the fashion, I attended a college football game yesterday. The Wabash College Little Giants took on the Butler Bulldogs at Butler University. It was a family affair. My daughter and son-in-law both graduated from Butler University.
The daughter, SIL, both granddaughters, and my wife wore Bulldog T-shirts, I pulled on my scarlet Wabash shirt and off we went. Wabash lost to the much bigger school, but it was still a great time. The small college atmosphere is still terrific for watching football.
I just have one burning question. When did college kids get so young? They were all just kids.
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| Wabash just before a touchdown pass |
I have to be honest, I’d like a pension, a thirty percent raise, automatic cost of living raises, and to get paid for forty hours while working thirty. I bet you would too. You would also say I’m unrealistic, unless you are a UAW worker who is already making $75K working the assembly line. The union thinks these demands are perfectly fine.
So we will see what happens as the UAW strikes the Big Three and if cars and trucks are not available, then consumers will buy from foreign automakers who have stock. In the meantime, for every striking autoworker, six other jobs are effected. Most of those workers are making nowhere near $75K.
If the Union is do concerned about the long-term effects of EVs on the number of workers (an electric vehicle has far fewer components and needs fewer workers to assemble), then maybe the UAW should re-think their lockstep Democrat Party allegiances. It is the Democrats mostly pushing this WeAreAllGonnaDieClimateChange crap.
Have a great Saturday. Here is some music for your enjoyment.
Here’s a heartwarming story about the bond formed between a little girl and some construction workers.
This will make you believe that we CAN make a difference when we give a child the gift of your time…
A young family moved into a house next door to a vacant lot.
One day, a construction crew came in and began building a house on the empty lot.
The family’s 5-year-old daughter became interested in all the activity going on next door and spent much of each day observing the workers.
Eventually, the construction crew, all of them gems-in-the-rough, more or less adopted her as a project mascot.
They chatted with her, let her sit with them while they took coffee and lunch breaks, and gave her little jobs to do here and there to make her feel important.
At the end of the first week, the men presented her with a pay envelope which contained 2.00.
The little girl took this home to her mother, who said all the appropriate words of admiration, and suggested that they take the money she received to the bank to start a savings account.
When they talked to the bank teller, she was equally impressed and” asked the little girl how she had earned her very own pay check at such a young age.
The child proudly replied: “I worked last week with the crew building the house next door to us.”
“My goodness gracious,” said the teller, “and will you be working on the house again this week, too?”
The little girl replied, “I will if those assholes at Home Depot ever deliver the fuckin sheet rock…”
A little boy wakes up three nights in a row when he hears a thumping sound coming from his parents’ room.
Finally one morning he goes to his mom and says, “Mommy, every night I hear you and daddy making noises and when I look in your bedroom you’re bouncing up and down on him.”
His mom is taken by surprise and says, “Oh, well I’m bouncing on his stomach because he’s fat and that makes him thin again.” And the boy says, “Well, that won’t work!”
His mom says, “Why?!?”
The boy replies, “Because the lady next door comes by after you leave each day and blows him back up!”
I am off today to have my left eyeball sliced open yet again. The blood from the torn vessel on July 2 is still blurring my vision. I have never before looked forward to a procedure in my life. Ha! He said “looked.”
I hope by early next week to have my normal shitty vision returned.
Counting the two cornea transplants (one failed), this will be the third time my left eye has been operated on. Do I count the insertion of the plastic lens for cataracts when the transplant was done? In addition, I have had at least four laser procedures done on that eye to cauterize tiny bleeders. Oh, left eye, you are a pain!
Right eye = one transplants and a couple of lasers, one to rid scar tissue from the transplant. What a good eye!
I have some audio books and podcasts ready to go, besides, I will still have the use of the right eye.
Anyway, this is a canned post. I’ll be under the knife by the time you read this. Assume everything went fine.
I have a not-so-fresh entry penned for Friday already. We shall see where I am on Saturday. Don’t worry if I don’t put up anything, unless I fail to post for a week or so. Then you can assume the worst. So it goes.
I have no intention of letting the crappy joke canned for tomorrow be my last blogging words. It would be fitting, but a pity.
My City Was Gone by the Pretenders came on the radio. Like millions, as soon as I heard the opening riff my mind went straight to Rush Limbaugh. Some days I miss the radio host’s bombastic analysis. We need a unifying voice for conservative politics these days.
In fairness, I miss the Rush from the early years, not what he became in the end. I did not listen to Rush much in the last years.
I do remember the early days. I had started a new job. I was living in a hotel while my family prepared to move. I knew no one, so I grabbed fast food and drove to the park to eat my lunch and listened to the AM radio in my old ‘66 Chevy truck. And then that opening riff started and there was a guy who articulated exactly what I thought. It was great.
I think it is fair to say much of the polarization of today’s politics lie with the success of his show. As Rush pointed out the total bias and hypocrisy of the mainstream media, they dug in and tried to put up a unified front to counterbalance Limbaugh’s immense popularity.
We need someone to be that guy today.
I hope you have some fun scheduled for the holiday weekend. It appears we will have terrific weather here in god’s favorite State. For those who care, college football kicks off this weekend. I am more interested in the NFL games next week. It is okay, we don’t have to like the same stuff.
The wife and I are meeting up with some friends to go to a music festival today. It looks like it will be a bit warm for the afternoon and evening part, but it beats overcast and cold. Old Henry Lee is the headliner. We have seen him dozens of times. There is no better entertainer in rock and roll; and that includes Springsteen.
I look forward to a great Saturday. I hope you have one too.
Some great shots of Broadripple back in the eighties in that video.
Apparently Jimmy Buffet has died. That dude entertained me too. RIP
You know what’s coming. Maybe you will surprised. Maybe you will say “it’s been a long time since I heard that”. Perhaps you will say “WTH is that?”. I don’t know.
I do know it is Friday and this work day cannot get over fast enough. We have a busy weekend in front of us. We are going to a concert Saturday. We are going to see the Cubs/Reds game Sunday.
In the meantime, I have to say I never particularly liked nor disliked this tune:
