Let’s Forget Shopping Today!!

Wow. The first headline I saw on my phone this morning at 5am was that the heavy rains will continue and that one person drowned in the flood yesterday…

I was planning to drive into town to get the groceries today but after seeing that headline, and looking out at the still dark, rainy world outside my bedroom window — I decided that I have enough food around here to last me until tomorrow.

So I guess I’m just gonna plant myself here inside all day today and continue to work on editing the novel (The Guitar Hero Goes Home).

Mostly, I’m looking at the structure of it — and not necessarily the story structure, but the layout.  For whatever reason, the four books I currently have in progress (2 memoirs, 2 novels), have all come out of me in much shorter chapters,or segments — whatever you want to call it. I wouldn’t call it flash — except for perhaps In the Shadow of Narcissa; that one is flash (nonfiction/memoir). But I do really love the whole flash genre of literature, so perhaps on some level, I am creating now in that briefer way.

Even though The Guitar Hero Goes Home already has really short chapters and sub-chapters, I’m still breaking a lot of it up into even smaller sections — or themes, really.

There’s not a ton of sex in the book, but what is in there is usually explicit sex, so part of the structure involves sort of “roping those scenes off” so that they are set up, visually, to feel different, and maybe won’t feel quite as jarring as they have felt to me by not setting them apart. Meaning, the guy is talking about something and then suddenly he’s either talking about or having explicit sex. It feels strange to me. So I think that by giving the reader’s eye a cue that something is changing, it will help the sex stuff feel less out of place.

So that’s what I’m working on around here. When I’m not trying to breathe, that is.

Even though I’m still taking the large doses of Vitamin D, which are definitely helping, I am still having issues with catching my breath and it is making me completely insane. So I began wondering if maybe that specific problem stems strictly from stress and not from the COVID 19. I had the same problem back during 9/11 in NYC — when my C-PTSD was off the charts for several weeks and it was affecting my ability to breathe. Back then, in order to get through the day, I would take one Tylenol PM caplet every few hours in order to calm down, and it would work and then I could breathe.

So yesterday, I started taking one-quarter of one caplet throughout the day, to see if maybe that little bit could calm me down and stop the constant feeling of needing to catch my breath — and it worked, without actually putting me to sleep.

I tell you, though, I am going to be really, really happy when this part of reality is over and something else is going on. (That, hopefully, won’t impair my breathing.) I’m really, really sick of this.

So, this comment doesn’t really have anything to do with what I’ve just written, but I think it’s completely insane that Hollywood is doing a remake of the movie Scarface. I realize that Pacino’s film from 1983 is a remake of the 1932 version, but still. Pacino’s Scarface is simply too legendary for words. Why on Earth remake it? You know how Hollywood has this reputation now of having no original ideas left? Well, hmmm. Can’t imagine why…

For me, it feels sort of like when Bas Lurhmann, for some reason, needed to make a version of The Great Gatsby (2013) that would just jump right into your face. This is a film that had been made first in 1926, then famously redone in 1974, with Robert Redford and Mia Farrow. And even while it might not have been a complete critical success, it was a legendary version of The Great Gatsby, and it kept to Fitzgerald’s gentle pacing of the book.

Fitzgerald was never a “jump into your face” kind of writer — he crafted every sentence with grace, and beauty, and emotional power. So, rather than turning Fitzgerald’s masterpiece into a bunch of noise, what would have been the harm in writing a whole new story about the Jazz Age that had never been written before, that maybe felt perfectly suited to jumping in our faces?  I guess the harm resides in it being too risky; the resulting story might not have been good enough.

Well, anyway. So a new version of Scarface is getting underway… I’m just glad that cable and streaming platforms helped break television writing wide open because we at least have all of that great (often exceptionally original) writing to turn to now.

And on that lofty note!! I better get started here today. I hope you have a nice (dry) Wednesday, wherever you are in the world. Thanks for visiting, gang!! I leave you with a track from Mark Lanegan’s new album, Straight Songs of Sorrow. The track is “Churchbells, Ghosts.” This album was my listening music from last night. Definitely not cheery, but still really good. So listen and enjoy. (Oh, and hey — maybe even purchase a download at a music streaming platform near you??) Okay. I love you guys. See ya!

 

“Churchbells, Ghosts”

Strange things happen in the city
Strange things happen in the street
Here I am, here I am out here walking
Walkin’ in wilderness so deep
In every passing car I hear her calling
In every one she speeds away
Lord, help me now because I’m bleeding
And I don’t want to fall away

All my life I’ve held this hammer
Hammered boulders into stones
Now I choke on tears of anger
And I am quickly growing cold
Lord, I wish that you could see me

I stagger now a wounded Atlas
Nothing else but blood and bone
Lord, help me now because I’m drowning
My boat don’t know the way to shore

Now I find myself in Kansas
Here I am, here I am, an aging hustler
Born without a mother, born without a soul
I’d ask somebody for a quarter
If there were someone for me to phone
Lord, don’t you hear me? I am calling
Lord, help me now, don’t let me fall

I find myself in Charlotte, find myself in Jacksonville
Here I am, I’m disappearing
There’s nothing left for me to kill
In every train that’s running by me
I hear her singin’ in the wheels
Lord, help me now, I’m going over
Lord, help me now, I’m going down

Lord, don’t you hear me crying?
Don’t you hear me saying goodbye?

© – 2020 Mark Lanegan

Just Oodles & Oodles of Puddles Today!!

A steady beautiful Spring rain out there today — and supposedly it’s going to last all day. Which no doubt means that the Wakatamika Creek is going to flood the bottom land like crazy.

I’ve posted this a few times before, but this is my favorite photo of the Wakatamika Creek in summer — this spot is not too far from me, but it’s in the opposite direction from where it floods like crazy:

 

 

 

Oddly enough, the creek is part of the watershed of the Mississippi River.  (It has something to do with where the Muskingum River and the Ohio River meet, because here in Crazeysburg, we are quite far from the Mississippi.)

Wakatamika was a Shawnee Indian name — the Shawnee tribal nation had a settlement along this creek before the Revolutionary War. But literally thousands of years before that, this area was home to the ancient Mound Builders (sun worshipers.)

Here is a beautiful aerial view of some of the many ancient mounds preserved near me — this is over in the town where I do my marketing (the moon, of course, is not always there!!):

We Asked a Historian Where to Go in Ohio - HISTORY This stuff is all part of why I love living out here in the middle of nowhere, where rush hour traffic on Highway 16 constitutes about 10 cars — I’m not exaggerating, either! And we have all this incredible history that’s just lying around.

All righty!

Well, Nick Cave sent out a really beautiful Red Hand Files letter yesterday.  He talks once more about how different his life is now, emotionally, after the death of one of his sons. And he also talks about the Red Hand Files itself, and all the many letters people write to him every day. (He gets about 50 letters a day — and, no, 49 of those are not from me!!)

Sadly, yesterday was yet again mostly about streaming Mr. Moto movies on YouTube. I got some writing done in the morning yesterday, but it wasn’t work-related — it was a letter; but after that, I had no energy left. In fact, last night, I slept for 10 hours. I was so tired. I think I was psychologically worn out, or something like that.

I have to run another quick errand over at the dollar store — why is it that whenever I go into the dollar store, I can never manage to remember to get everything I need in one trip? And on top of that, I come out of there with things I don’t need at all, but which delight me no end!!

For instance, I got this cool light there the other day — it’s one of those Himalayan salt lamps. It’s really small but it was only $5 and I just love it!! It’s supposed to have all kinds of health benefits, but that’s not why I bought it. I bought it because I think they’re cool looking.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And then, of course, I had to make a return trip in order to buy stuff I actually needed. Today, I’m guessing, will be similar. We shall see. I just become spellbound by the weirdest things in that store.

Another thing about this quarantine that I hate, that I know a lot of people are also suffering from (besides getting the stupid virus), I’ve put on quite a few pounds (8!!). Mostly because I do absolutely nothing except a little yoga. A little tai-chi. And I’ve spent, literally, most of the past 2 months in bed. My metabolism is basically non-existent right now. I still eat the usual intensely boring but healthy organic, non-GMO, vegetarian foods, so it makes me angry that I’m putting on weight without even having the thrill of snacking!!

So I bought more ice cream at the dollar store the other day, too. I was just so over it, you know? If I’m gonna put on weight, I want to at least have fun with something that I’m eating around here.

So that’s my big excitement: all-natural vanilla ice cream with Hershey’s chocolate syrup. I guess I’ll do that (again) until it gets boring.

Meanwhile, the morning is more than half over so I suppose I should get started around here, enjoying my little rainy day. I hope you have a terrific Tuesday, wherever you are in the world.

I leave you with what’s leftover from my letter-writing yesterday. I’m going to try to proceed in life without, you know, having a broken heart. Something like that. (And try to remind myself that “it is better to have loved and lost (and made yourself completely nuts) than never to have loved at all…”) This song is one of Dolly Parton’s legendary hits, from back in the days when I really, really loved her.  (Before she went “Hollywood.”) (I saw her once at the Ohio State Fair and you would not believe how she could play a banjo with those ridiculously long fingernails she has, but she did it.)

Okay, her song from 1974, “I Will Always Love You,” — a song that Whitney Houston had a huge hit with, as well, but I always preferred Dolly’s own version — it just seemed more genuine and heartfelt to me.  So, enjoy. And thanks for visiting, gang! I love you guys. See ya.

“I Will Always Love You”

If I should stay
I would only be in your way
So I’ll go, but I know
I’ll think of you each step of the way
And I will always love you
I will always love you
Bitter-sweet memories
That’s all I am taking with me
Good-bye, please don’t cry
We both know that I’m not
What you need
I will always love you
I will always love you

I hope life, treats you kind
And I hope that you have all
That you ever dreamed of
And I wish you joy
And happiness
But above all of this
I wish you love
And I will always love you
I will always love you
I will always love you

© – 1974 Dolly Parton

Mysterious Vs. the Ordinary!! Oooh, Aaah…

I just love that illustration, gang. A mermaid, puzzled by a shoe! (And it’s also interesting to note that the illustration is from Spring 1925 — almost 100 years ago.)

I don’t know about you guys, but today is a weird day over here.

First on the list, as always: I can’t breathe. But today it seems to be more because it’s incredibly humid here this morning. Not hot at all, actually kind of pleasant, but just humid enough to make it hard for me to breathe. The mega doses of Vitamin D do seem to be helping a lot. But now the air itself seems to be the culprit.

Second, it is the anniversary of two suicides in the music world today, and it is all over Instagram: the 40th anniversary of the death of Ian Curtis (Joy Division), and the 3rd anniversary of the death of Chris Cornell (Soundgarden). So that’s cheery, right?

Luckily, it is also Olivia Harrison’s birthday today — she was George Harrison’s second wife. So that’s nice — a birthday! Except of course that George is dead and has been for a really long time, so we’re back to that.

I’m not sure what to do about today. I like to think I’ll get something creative done, however the lack of easy oxygen makes it difficult for the brain to work. I’m going to at least try, but it wouldn’t surprise me if I had to chalk up another day to streaming old Mr. Moto movies again on YouTube (luckily, Peter Lorre made a ton of those films back in the 1930s! So – see?! There’s some good news!!) (And, yes, it is now considered extremely politically incorrect that a German Caucasian portrayed a Japanese detective, however, Peter Lorre is still just wonderful to watch on the screen.) (But it’s also interesting to note that most of the nationalities in the Mr. Moto movies are all screwy. For instance, when Mr. Moto (a German man portraying a Japanese man) is in Peiping (nowadays called Beijing), one of the key Chinese characters is actually a Japanese man.  Stuff like that happens in all of the Mr. Moto movies, because Mr. Moto is always in some intriguing and very dangerous far off foreign land where no one knew for sure what anybody really looked like yet!!)

[I have been corrected by a reader that Peter Lorre, while he did make movies in Germany before emigrating to America, was in fact Hungarian. — Ed.]

Peter Lorre as Mr. Moto – The German Way & More

 

 

 

 

 

“Mr. Moto” was also a song by The Ventures, that absolutely great surf-guitar band from the 1960s!!

However, if I am able to think straight today and do something besides watch Mr. Moto movies, I’ll do some more editing on The Guitar Hero Goes Home. These are not major edits I’m struggling to do here, just minor tweaks here and there. Still, when my brain is not at full capacity, even minor tweaks seem to confound me. I can look at the same sentence twenty times and be unable to decide if I want to tweak it or not. Stuff like that. It makes me utterly insane, and usually, I’ll end up just closing the laptop and walking away.

I am so fed up with this COVID 19 breathing-nonsense. And to add insult to injury — I’m sure you’ve seen the reports that habitual cigarette smokers seem less likely to get severe cases of the virus (because their lungs are perhaps protected by that build up of tar & nicotine)? Of course almost everyone in the world (especially strident mothers of tobacco free teens!!) asks you not to believe this report — along with the World Health Organization, the very same organization that also assured us that COVID 19 was not contagious, so, hmmm…

Decisions, decisions… to smoke or not to smoke??

I am of course just kidding. Still. Wouldn’t that be something if all this time it would have just been better for me to fucking smoke??

Okay, on the personal front. My birth mom has moved off my sister’s farm and is now in a one-bedroom apartment in a senior living place (back in the town where I was actually conceived, if you can imagine that!!).

Greenfield, Ohio | Ohio, Greenfield, Street scenes
I believe the automobiles have changed since then… (and, no, I was not conceived in the backseat of a Buick, I was conceived out in a field on someone’s farm because my parents were not old enough to drive yet!!).

What I find really, really interesting about my mom’s move is that she now lives in the very same apartment complex that her husband lives in! They are still legally married but have not been together as husband & wife since 1978.  But they now live 4 seconds away from each other, and now they hang out together, drink beer and smoke cigarettes.  And she’s 73 now and he’s 83 now, and when they got married she was 15 and he was 25.

I just find that kind of stuff awesome. I mean, come on — there is just no way of knowing where life & time will take us, right?  Except perhaps right back to where we started!

I was 20 when I first got married and my first husband was 25. We met in Brooklyn, NY; I was from Ohio and he was from Singapore. We have become very close again, even though he lives all the way in Seattle and is in a long-time, committed relationship.  Still, wouldn’t it be so weird if, when I’m 73 and he’s 78, we suddenly found that we lived right next door to each other and started to hang out together again, drinking and smoking??

If I live that long, I am not going to dismiss any possibility whatsoever. I guess we’ll just find out.

Well, all righty. I have nothing left to say.

I’m gonna close this and go take some more Vitamin D and another cup of coffee and see if I can get some decent editing done here this morning! I hope Monday is good to you, wherever you are in the world, gang. Thanks for visiting!!

I was only a mild Joy Division/New Order fan, but my favorite song of theirs was one that the late Ian Curtis was a co-writer of, “Atrocity Exhibition” from the infamous 1980 Joy Division album, Closer. I’ll leave you with that today. Okay, I love you guys. See ya!

“Atrocity Exhibition”

Asylums with doors open wide,
Where people had paid to see inside,
For entertainment they watch his body twist,
Behind his eyes he says, ‘I still exist.’

This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside…

In arenas he kills for a prize,
Wins a minute to add to his life.
But the sickness is drowned by cries for more,
Pray to God, make it quick, watch him fall.

This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside…

This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside…

You’ll see the horrors of a faraway place,
Meet the architects of law face to face.
See mass murder on a scale you’ve never seen,
And all the ones who try hard to succeed.

This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside…

And I picked on the whims of a thousand or more,
Still pursuing the path that’s been buried for years,
All the dead wood from jungles and cities on fire,
Can’t replace or relate, can’t release or repair,
Take my hand and I’ll show you what was and will be.

© – 1980 Curtis Ian Kevin, Hook Peter, Morris Stephen Paul David, Sumner Bernard

Finally!! Real Life!!

Yes, that’s me!! In my real life!!

Well, I mean, minus all those people. Just the yard work. That’s my real life.

Yes, I spent 4 hours at it yesterday. And I was already at it this morning for two more hours. But at least the backyard is now  done.

It filled ten 30-gallon yard waste bags. And, yes, I’m exhausted. And, yes, I can no longer breathe again, and, yes, I’m thinking I will have the residuals of COVID 19 for the rest of my fucking life. But oh well. I can’t just wait around and let the yard just get utterly insane.

And my new lawn care guy came yesterday!! Yay. The old one is no longer even replying to my texts. So I guess that’s that. But I did manage to find a new guy who lives only a few blocks away, and all he does for a living is grounds maintenance, so he’s not gonna disappear on me. And the lawn looks great!!

And all the neighbors were out last evening, celebrating my beautiful lawn!! They were having cookouts, and smoking reefer, and riding their bikes, and walking their many dogs, and playing on their bouncy trampoliney-type things!! And — well, maybe they were just celebrating the awesome weather last evening, plus it was  a Saturday night. Maybe it had nothing at all to do with my grass having finally been cut. But still.  My at last normal-looking lawn made me feel incredibly happy last evening, and it was just a beautiful night.

I was upstairs collapsed on my bed during all of it, barely able to breathe, but all the windows were open, and there was a warm breeze, and the sounds of the neighborhood and the birds singing were wafting up through the windows. And I was streaming a really great old movie from 1937 — Think Fast, Mr. Moto, starring the inimitable Peter Lorre. So I really was very happy.

And all the weeds out back by the barn and by the old dead tree are gone now. And all that’s left to do around here is get rid of a small amount of dead leaves around the front porch, but I won’t have anymore yard waste bags until Tuesday, so I’m done for now.

And the porch furniture is all washed down and ready for summer. All that’s left to do is buy the flowers and put them in the flower boxes and get them out on the porches and then summer can begin.

Interestingly enough, though, my barn door is now lying down flat on the ground. It finally completely fell off the (extremely old) rollers. I think, in all honestly, the rollers were from the 1930s or so — really old. Rusted. And after Kevin and I struggled with it on Wednesday, the rollers finally gave way completely. So the incredibly HEAVY barn door, was sort of propped up against the opening when Kevin left here on Wednesday.

Here’s what it used to look like when the rollers still worked. Yesterday morning, I discovered the door had fallen backwards and is now lying flat on the ground. Thank god it’s still on my property and not hanging out in the alley, because I cannot budge it. It weighs a ton!

So I have yet another project that needs a chainsaw and no one to do the job, even if/when I buy the chainsaw. So, rather than sell the house and move away, I’m just going to ignore the whole thing for the time being and hope that my neighbors will just continue to bear with me, as little by little and inch by inch, I try to get this place back in shape.

Okay! A quick bird update!! I’ve got one starling still sitting on her nest in the eaves outside my backdoor, but I have three other nests in various places around my roof where the eggs have hatched and now lots of busy mommies are flying back & forth, trying to keep everybody fed. And the nests that have baby starlings in them have those amazingly eerie sounds coming from them — those sounds that hungry baby starlings make, which sound like they come from another planet or something.  They definitely do not “cheep” like other baby birds. But it makes me so happy to have so much life around here.

All righty. Well, the COVID 19 business — I did read how Vitamin D was helping people recover more quickly, so I bought a high dosage Vitamin D supplement the other day and it does seem to be helping. (Doing tons of labor-intensive yard work did not seem to help, however. So, luckily, that’s over for now.) But I cannot tell you how sick and tired I am of all this. Except for the continued breathing issues, I feel totally fine. But the breathing issues are unbelievably annoying. So I’m hopeful that the Vitamin D supplements will finally make it just go away for real. It’s been 2 months now that I’ve been dealing with this damn virus.

And speaking of annoying things — I did finally unfollow the Keanu hashtag on Instagram and my feed hasn’t changed all that much. The only difference is that I no longer get 700 million photos of Keanu all day long. (Even though some of those photos were really nice.) But perhaps, over time, other more interesting things will now have room to make their ways into my feed. We shall see!

And as for non-annoying things! This little village of Crazeysburg is a really nice place to live. It honestly is. And even though the village is tiny, and only about 1300 people live here, and even though we seem to be lost in some long ago time warp (or perhaps because of that), when a house goes up for sale or up for rent now, in a heartbeat, the house is once again occupied.  Even during this pandemic, where life, in general, is supposed to stop.  A house on my street went up for rent on Thursday and I noticed last evening, that someone was already moving in. It’s kind of incredible, really. Especially since nobody I know has ever even heard of this place…

Other than that — well, I guess that’s it. If I can regain some energy here, I will hopefully get some more editing done on The Guitar Hero Goes Home. If I can’t regain my energy, I guess I’ll just hang out in bed for awhile and stream some more Mr. Moto movies on YouTube. I love those movies. Peter Lorre was such an incredibly watchable actor. And when those run out, I’ll switch over to Bad Seed TeeVee !! (There does seem to be a lot of new content in that stream, btw.)

It is such an amazingly beautiful day here today that whatever I end up doing or not doing, I know I’m going to be really happy.

Thanks for visiting, gang. I hope your Sunday is just as lovely for you, wherever you are in the world. I leave you with my breakfast-listening music from today. Another very old song, and another very favorite song of mine from my wee bonny teenage-girlhood, growing up in Ohio (also known as Bruce Springsteen country).

This song still breaks my heart — it is just so American. But it is nearly 50 years old already. I’m guessing parts of America (certainly Ohio is) are still like this, what this song depicts — especially in the summertime. I listened to it this morning and could not believe how old it already was. Where the fuck did the time go??!!

All righty. Well, I leave you with “4th of July, Asbury Park (Sandy)”, by Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band, from their now legendary album, The Wild, the Innocent, and the E Street Shuffle (1973). Enjoy, gang, and have a wonder-filled day!! I love you guys. See ya.

“4th Of July, Asbury Park (Sandy)”

Sandy the fireworks are hailin’
Over Little Eden tonight
Forcin’ a light into all those stony faces
Left stranded on this warm July

Down in the town the circuit’s
Full of switchblade lovers
So fast so shiny so sharp
As the wizards play
Down on Pinball Way
On the boardwalk way past dark

And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open
Like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin’ all them silly New York virgins by the score

And Sandy the Aurora is risin’ behind us
Its pier lights our carnival life forever
Oh, love me tonight for I may never
See you again
Hey Sandy girl
Na na baby

Now the greasers
Ah they tramp the streets or get busted
For sleeping on the beach all night
Them boys in their high heels
Ah Sandy their skins are so white

And me I just got tired of hangin’ in them dusty arcades
Bangin’ them pleasure machines
Chasin’ the factory girls underneath the boardwalk
Where they all promise to unsnap their jeans

You know that tilt-a-whirl down on the south beach drag
I got on it last night and my shirt got caught
And they kept me spinnin’
Didn’t think I’d ever get off

Oh Sandy the Aurora is risin’ behind us
Its pier lights our carnival life on the water
Runnin’ underneath the boardwalk oh with the boss’s daughter
I remember Sandy girl
Na na na na na baby

Sandy that waitress I was seeing lost her desire for me
I spoke with her last night
She said she won’t set herself on fire for me anymore

She worked that joint under the boardwalk
She was always the girl you saw bopping down the beach with the radio
The kids say last night she was dressed like a star
In one of them cheap little seaside bars
And I saw her parked with lover boy out on the Kokomo

Did you hear the cops finally busted Madame Marie
For tellin’ fortunes better than they do
For me this boardwalk life’s through
Babe you oughta quit this scene too

Sandy the Aurora’s rising behind us
Its pier lights our carnival life forever
Oh love me tonight and I promise I’ll love you forever

Oh I mean it Sandy girl! Na nah na nah na na baby
Yeah, I promise Sandy girl, sha la la la la baby

© 1973 Bruce Springsteen

Mustn’t Tarry, Lots To Do!!

I’m going to be very brief here right now! Today is going to be mostly about yard work! Yay! Finally.

And I’m going to try to get rid of all that poison ivy and Virginia Creeper without ending  up in the emergency room — I’m super allergic to both of those  plants.

I will try to post here later today. Meanwhile, I wanted to share the first sample of the cover art for the new novel,  The Guitar Hero Goes  Home.  Valerie still has some minor changes she’s going to make to it, but you get the basic idea. I’m very happy with it!

Okay. See ya later, gang. Thanks for visiting!!

Social Without the Media!

As of yesterday, I made it so that my Instagram account is no longer private. We’ll see how that goes.

I like to keep track of who’s following me, because when I don’t do that, a ton of (allegedly) single men — most of whom I think are scammers — start following me and then immediately start hitting on me in a seriously personal way, and I am so not into that.

However, when I went into my settings to make that change, I noticed that I am now following over 800 people — about 10 of whom are actual friends who almost never post anything, ever.

The rest are film festivals and production companies,  bird and animal photo feeds, painters, photographers, bands I’ve never heard of, a ton of (apparently) really famous musicians that I’ve also never heard of; a small handful of famous musicians that I have actually heard of and have followed (in real life) for decades — and I cannot believe that they are in their 60s now, with grown children (??!!) (like, when did that happen?) — guitar gods, like Joe Satriani and Steve Vai, both of whom I still think of as being about 32 years old.

But now that I’m following them on Instagram, where they actually interact through video clips, etc., and you can see their grown families and stuff — I realize that this is so not the case.  (It’s sort of mind-bending, because, of course, then that makes me feel really old.)

Steve Vai | DiMarzio
Steve Vai, no longer 32 years old
Joe Satriani admits to being "shamed back into my woodshed by so ...
Joe Satriani, no longer 32 years old, either

Well, my point is that apparently I follow over 800 people, and my constant Instagram feed is still almost entirely photos of Keanu Reeves. I’m not kidding, either — and not exaggerating. It is fucking ridiculous.

Keanu himself is not on any social media at all, so these are all just fans posting photos of him endlessly into their feeds. And I mean endlessly. So I’m wondering, if I go ahead and stop following the Keanu hashtag, will amazing things finally get into my feed??!!

I also think it’s interesting that a couple hundred people follow me, but maybe about 10 of those people are actually following me.  (I don’t really post much of anything — just my yard, the sky, my cats — so I doubt I’m getting into most people’s feeds anyway.) (Especially if they’re following #Keanu.)

But I find all this stuff interesting.

Some people have to really, really work their social media accounts, all day long, because they’re either famous and wish to stay that way, or they want to get famous, or successful, or whatever. And so they want those numbers and the numbers are important to them.

It’s the same here on WordPress, with people following blogs that they never, ever read. It’s just numbers. I totally don’t understand the point in that, but a whole lot of bloggers seem to think that that’s what blogging is — getting followers. And I’ve noticed that a ton of people give up on blogging relatively easily. By that, I mean, a couple of days, a couple of months, maybe even a couple of years, and then they’re just done. They go off somewhere and have a life, I guess.

Not me!!

I’ve been “blogging” since 1998, and I can’t imagine not doing it, but at the same time, I’ve seen just the constant, constant shift in “followers.” It’s sort of like a meandering stream, you know? The readers are always there, but 95% of the readers change over time — sometimes even over a period of a few months. So I just don’t see the need to hunt down potential followers for anything, you know?

They’ll come and then they’ll go, ad infinitum.

But it’s still all very interesting to think about — what our culture has morphed into; that extremely short attention span. I actually love Instagram, a lot. And I love TikTok — although that’s a really different type of social media. It seems to be more about performing.  (As near as I can tell, most of the people on TikTok are trying to gain enough followers who will follow them over to YouTube or Spotify, etc., that will then garner them a way of monetizing themselves.)

In my opinion, that is a tough switch — to follow someone for 25 seconds at a time and then swipe up, versus actually finding them on YouTube and watching them for much longer than 25 seconds, so that it will count as a “view.” I love a lot of the people I follow on TikTok, but so far, @TylerJarry and hi.this.is.Tatum (a rescued pit bull who has a funny human voice) are the only ones I’ve liked enough to want to watch more of on something like YouTube.

Raspberries created by hi.this.is.tatum | Popular songs on TikTok
hi.this.is.Tatum

Still I do find it all really interesting — this whole shift in the culture.  And our new unwillingness to focus for very long (myself included now).

So. I still have not figured out which foreign language I want to study this year (see yesterday’s post re: my unexpected auto-renew of the mondly language app). I do kind of like thinking about it, though — pondering the various languages that are out there. You can study basically any language at all on the mondly app.  And — yes!!– it takes 5 minutes a day!!

Too funny.

Well, okay.

So, yesterday, none of the phone calls I was expecting came through. Yet again. But I am now getting accustomed to this new coronavirus approach to work, where everyone’s schedules are just up in the air, and everyone’s lives are suddenly so different.  Now I never know any more if I will be working with anyone from one day to the next, so I’ve stopped waiting around for phone calls. And I got a ton of editing done on The Guitar Hero Goes Home, so I was really happy about that.

I still have more to do on that, and plan on doing that today (so today will probably be the day when all the phone calls come in and everyone wants to work!!).

And tomorrow, my lawn care guy — who is having some lawn mower issues — is planning to come by and at least help me get rid of a ton of weeds, and poison ivy, and Virginia creeper, out back by the barn!! So that will make me feel at least a little better about my crazy yard.

I now have signs up everywhere saying that I need someone to mow my grass. So we’ll see what happens with that. You have no idea how bad my yard has gotten. It’s a total disaster.

All righty. Well. Much of Ohio starts opening up today, even though more and more people keep getting the virus — I guess because now there are more than enough quick tests available, so more people are finding out that they actually have it. Nothing is allowed to open to full capacity, but at least places are opening back up. So we’ll see.

Maybe that new normal we’ve been hearing so much about will finally begin happening around here!! Me — I’m just waiting for summer.

Okay. I hope you enjoy your Friday, wherever it leads you and wherever you are in the world. Thanks for visiting, gang.  I leave you today with a great song for rejoicing, for driving really fast out on the highway and watching all the birds soaring through the sky. A great song for thinking about life — past and present. And even a great song for wondering what the afterlife is like and what we might have to learn about (all over again) when we get there: “Learning to Fly” — from Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers’ 1991 multi-platinum album Into the Great Wide Open. (Lyrics are in the video.) Listen, dream, wonder and enjoy! It’s all over in a heartbeat anyway, right?? Okay. I love you guys. See ya!!

Remembering Tom Petty, 1950-2017 - K-ROCK 105.7

Who Knew I’d Turn to Ronnie Wood for Serenity??!!

If you don’t know who Ronnie Wood is, he’s a guitar player who’s been a member of the Rolling Stones since the mid-1970s, and was a member of the British group, The Small Faces, & then just The Faces, with Rod Stewart, before that.  He ‘s had a life-long reputation for being intensely “fun loving” (drugs, alcohol, high energy, funny). But several years back, he became clean & sober.  And now, on Instagram, during this pandemic, he frequently posts little videos for other members of AA or NA about serenity and taking it one day at a time.

I’m not in any type of substance-abuse healing program, but I have always been a huge fan of Ron Wood’s so I enjoy watching his little videos. And I think it’s just so sweet (I honestly do) — you know, all these years later, this frenetic rock & roll guitar player is helping us find serenity…

Keith Richards and Ronnie Wood, 1980 – LA MAISON REBELLE
Keith Richards & Ronnie Wood, pre-serenity…

All righty!!

Well, guess who has inadvertently signed up for another year of the Mondly app?? Yes, that (really fun) app that was teaching me Italian for about 9 months, until I gave up on ever learning Italian in this life time!! (And as it turned out, the writer’s retreat, that I was supposed to be hosting in Italy this Spring…. well.)

So, yes!! The Mondly app auto-renewed itself because I wasn’t paying attention, even though I was actually looking at the app icon on my phone the other day, and really missing it. And sort of wishing that I hadn’t let the app expire…

Good news!! I didn’t….

Yeah, well. Actually, I thought that was kind of cool when I saw it on my bank statement, even though I wasn’t expecting it. But I don’t think I’m going to try to keep studying Italian, because I just don’t seem to have a head for it. I suppose I could go back to studying French and really try to learn conversational French, instead of that sort of  “formal business letter-writing French” that I actually know.

But it sort of feels like a wide-open playing field right now. An entire year in front of me to study a foreign language! I’ve studied French for most of my life, do I still want to keep studying it? Through the course of my life, with varying results, I’ve studied German, Portuguese, Spanish, Mandarin Chinese, Biblical Hebrew, and, of course, Italian. And French is the language that I keep coming back to.  But I just don’t know.

Anyway, it’s kind of exciting to think about.

Well, yesterday was interesting. I did spend several hours with my friend Kevin, which was nice — and it was such a beautiful day here. But he is very depressed about all this COVID 19 stuff and how it’s changing everything and how pretty much every area of our lives now is up in the air.

I’m not sure why it doesn’t depress me, but it just doesn’t. (I guess Ronnie Wood has me feeling too serene…) Seriously, though. I just take everything one day at a time. We have no clue what’s ahead — it could wind up being just spectacular, once everything settles where it will and life moves forward for those of us who are still here.

So I tried to encourage him and make him feel better. After all, he’s taking off for Montana in a few days, and it’s so beautiful out there and he lives out there every year until October.

Then I did my grocery shopping, came back to Crazeysburg, called my dad and he announced that he’s not moving to Florida. He changed his mind. So that was very nice to hear — and totally unexpected.

Peitor also called to talk for 3 minutes about the sets he needs to build for our film shoot in the cinematographer’s studio in Alabama, and then he explained the idea he came up with to make it more affordable when we have to shoot on location in — Sweden (he’ll shoot in Paris if he has to, but he’d rather keep it authentic and shoot in Sweden).

(Yes, that’s right — on location in Sweden, or in Paris, if we absolutely have to, for an 8 minute film.)

And I’m, like, “Well, this all sounds really good, but we still need to get the budget together and see who’s paying for all this.” (In addition to everything imaginable involving the shoot, actors also have to be flown to and accommodated in Alabama and Sweden…)

It’s probably hard for you to imagine that I’m actually the level-headed one in the production company. Still, I do share his vision for perfection. I really do. And I do research everything, constantly. Just constantly. And I’ve taken 6 webinars already about the best way to approach this financially, from all angles.

So, we’ll be talking more at length about all of that today.

On another topic entirely….

I’ve had more time to listen to the new Bob Dylan song, “False Prophet.” I do like it — I like it better than “I Contain Multitudes,” but still, nothing comes close to “Murder Most Foul.”

Which unfortunately reminds me that a colleague in NYC and I were talking about “Murder Most Foul” back when it first came out, and he had the audacity to point out to me that Dylan was singing about Nat King Cole’s famous jazz song, “Nature Boy,” and not  Nick Cave’s song of the same name. And I was extremely crestfallen about that. Of course, I could see he was right about it, still. I guess love is not only blind, but deaf, as well. And in my mind, forever, it will still be Nick Cave’s song mentioned in “Murder Most Foul”…

Overall, though, that new Dylan album should be very interesting. (And his tours, of course, in support of the new album have now all been cancelled.) (Which makes me wonder, where does Bob Dylan actually live? He’s always, always, always on the road, in that unending tour he’s been doing for the last 20 years… I know he got another divorce at some point, so where does he live?? I’d assumed he just lived in some sort of monster bus. Hmm.)

Well, all righty. I guess that’s it for today. I’ve got work to do here. I hope you guys have a nice Thursday in front of you (or on it’s way out, depending on where in the world you live!). Thanks for visiting.  I leave you with my favorite Faces song, from 1973, Ronnie Wood was one of the writers on this great song — “Ooh La La,” from the album of the same name. (A song that never goes out of date, as it turns out, because those gosh darn women never change!) Enjoy and have a terrific day. I love you guys. See ya!!

“Ooh La La”

Poor old Granddad
I laughed at all his words
I thought he was a bitter man
He spoke of women’s ways

“They’ll trap you, then they use you
Before you even know
For love is blind and you’re far too kind
Don’t ever let it show”

I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was younger.
I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was stronger.

The Can Can’s such a pretty show
They’ll steal your heart away
But backstage, back on earth again
The dressing rooms are grey

They come on strong and it ain’t too long
Before they make you feel a man
But love is blind and you soon will find
You’re just a boy again

When you want her lips, you get a cheek
Makes you wonder where you are
If you want some more then she’s fast asleep
And leaves you twinkling with the stars.

“Poor young grandson, there’s nothing I can say
You’ll have to learn, just like me
And that’s the hardest way
Ooh la la”

I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was younger.
I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was stronger

© 1973 Ronnie Lane, Ronnie Wood

Yeah, Baby! More Laundry Than You Can Even Imagine!!

Seriously. Today is already SO MUCH BETTER than yesterday, that it can’t even be compared.

You know, like, what was yesterday, anyway? Some sort of strange partial reality, wedged into a dead-end probable universe or something?

It’s so weird, because today couldn’t be better, but I didn’t do anything different, really.  Except, I guess, to decide that today was simply going to have to be better.

Also, this is that first day of the gateway to summer. Weather-wise, it’s going to be a perfect day. Which means that windows will be open around here by this afternoon, and that always makes me so happy.

Right now, I’m doing all the bedding that needs to be washed and then stored away in the linen closet until Fall. That’s like, 5 loads of laundry. Just bedding, quilts, blankets, etc. And it really feels just so good to do that because it means that the whole house is soon going to be really airy and  sunny and of a summer-weight that always just feels lighter on my whole soul.

So!

NO!! Absolutely no work got done on Abstract Absurdity stuff yesterday, or on the cover design for The Guitar Hero Goes Home. Although I did at least chat with Valerie on the phone for about an hour, but it was not work-related. I was trying to sort through all my complicated feelings about my dad’s announcement that he’s moving to Florida (see post from yesterday).

That whole thing just triggered all these abandonment issues I didn’t realize I actually had — beginning with when he left us for good the summer I turned 13 (and not ending there, by any stretch) (how many times can my parents discard me, you know? It’s astounding). So much horrible shit came up in me yesterday, which I honestly did not know was there.

So Valerie and I talked about that and decided to have the work chat on Thursday, instead.

And today, I just feel worlds better. I honestly do.

Plus, Kevin is coming over this afternoon to drop off his vintage 1965 VW camper-van until Fall! Hard to believe it’s actually that time of year already. And I know he is eager to see the new roof on my barn!

It’s going to be so nice to see Kevin. I haven’t chatted in person with a human being that I actually know as a friend since March 14th. And then I’m going to drive him back into town and go get more groceries.  (Oddly enough, he lives 3 minutes from where I do my marketing. He can walk there from where he lives.) And it’s going to be perfect weather for driving 95 MPH on the highway here in Muskingum County today! Yay!!

I think this tai-chi idea that I had yesterday is going to be a really good idea. Tai-chi in the morning, yoga at night. And try not to have to do Booty Core again. I think it’s going to be a lot more relaxing for me. I don’t know why I am such a stressed-out individual. Well — I do know why. But I don’t know why I can’t just let it all go for good, you know?

And I’ve been letting it spill over into my writing lately, which I usually don’t do. The last few days, I’ve been feeling like I just can’t focus right now, and I hate that. And feeling like people are looking over my shoulder while I write — my mind getting super critical of me — and I really, REALLY hate that. But it seems like even a little bit of tai-chi yesterday helped that, so I’m hoping that by keeping it up for a little bit each morning, I can totally re-set myself and get back on track around here.

So, yes, that means my new routine will be to wake-up at 5am, go downstairs to feed the cats, feed myself, do my little Inner Being dialogue journal thing, then my little journal where I pre-pave my day into a positive direction so that I don’t become completely unglued before noon, then go back upstairs and meditate, and now add tai-chi — then post something to the blog and get my day underway. And that’s about a 5-hour chunk of time there — I’m not exaggerating. Have you ever known anyone who had to invest so much time into not losing her fucking mind every day?

Well. So far, it’s working. So I’m going to stick with it. I literally spent 11 straight years (2006 – 2017) on the verge of suicide every single day — and that is an absolutely exhausting way to sort of half-live, even though I was really productive in my work during those years. I wrote 2 novels, a ton of short stories and novellas, developed 2 TV series (still in “development” in LA), wrote an award-winning screenplay that placed well in half a dozen major screenplay competitions in Hollywood, and then developed two musical theater projects that are inching toward production as soon as the virus gets out of NYC — oh, and I went to Divinity School in the middle of all that and got a degree in Ministry (and got ordained, wherein I also took perhaps an ill-advised oath to never smoke again, or do recreational drugs, and only drink alcohol based on Biblical guidelines, which means wine, basically, but only wine that started out as water moments before…) (kidding about that last part; I can drink wine if I want to, but my point is, how the heck do I get rid of my stress??? Prayer, or some weird shit like that???).

Well. Anyway. I jest.

But I did a ton of fucking stuff while on the verge of suicide for 4, 015 straight days…

And I like my life a lot better now.  Those years were a nightmare, in all seriousness. So even if I have to get out of bed at 5am in order to have enough time to start my actual day when most everyone else is just starting their days, it’s worth it to me, so I’m just going to stick with it. And add the tai-chi.

So. I’m very, very excited about today. It’s so beautiful outside and I get to see Kevin today — and through some twist of fate my house is actually clean on the one and only day that a human being is coming over!! So all things considered, pandemic-wise, everything’s looking good around here.

I’m gonna go make a little more progress on that laundry now and, yes, get my day underway over here. Have a wonderful Wednesday, wherever you are in the world, gang!! Thanks for visiting. I leave you with my breakfast-listening music from this morning — a song that millions of girls the world over believe that Tom Petty wrote just for them!! And I am no exception!!! “Wildflowers,” the titular song from his multi-platinum album from 1994, Wildflowers. It’s a beautiful song, gang. (And I know for sure that he knew I was going to eventually live out here in the peace and solitude of the Hinterlands and that’s why I know for sure that Tom Petty wrote this song specifically for me!!) All righty. I love you guys. Have a great day. See ya.

“Wildflowers”

You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
Sail away, kill off the hours
You belong somewhere you feel free

Run away, find you a lover
Go away somewhere all bright and new
I have seen no other
Who compares with you

You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
You belong with your love on your arm
You belong somewhere you feel free

Run away, go find a lover
Run away, let your heart be your guide
You deserve the deepest of cover
You belong in that home by and by

You belong among the wildflowers
You belong somewhere close to me
Far away from your trouble and worry
You belong somewhere you feel free
You belong somewhere you feel free

© 1994 – Tom Petty

Let’s Just Knock It Out of the Park Today!!

Okay?? Okay!!

We’re gonna make it a great day (because it’s kind of, like, sucking right now and I refuse to allow the whole darn day to be ruined) !!

It’s gorgeous here today. So sunny, it is amazing. Still too chilly & damp to rake leaves (darn it), but we’re getting there.

Okay, yesterday was weird. I waited all day for Peitor to call because we were supposed to work on Abstract Absurdity Productions stuff. And I also waited all day for Valerie to call, because we were going to work on the book cover design for The Guitar Hero Goes Home.

While waiting on everybody, hour upon hour, I did manage to get a bunch of housecleaning done.  Had my lunch. Had my dinner. Finally gave up on everyone at around 5:30pm, closed the laptop and decided to stream a movie down in the kitchen.

At that point, Peitor texted to say he could call me in about 2 hours… Meaning around 7:30pm my time (Eastern Time).

Even people who know me really well never seem to remember that I’m up and out of bed and starting my days at 5am.  By 7:30 at night, I’m not usually feeling like: All righty!! Let’s get started here!! You know? I’m starting to get contemplative and thinking about the Universe and the nature of reality and getting into a general “I wonder what it’s gonna feel like after I die” frame of mind. I’m way into my own zone.

And then Valerie texted at 8pm (and she’s even in my same time zone) to say that she’d lost track of the time…

So that was how work went yesterday. I’m feeling like something similar will happen today, but we’ll just see. I’m going to try to just focus on my own writing and not get into that mental space of waiting around on phone calls.

I also decided to release the experience of Booty Core from my life!! At least, for now. I just don’t like it. I decided that I want to maybe do tai-chi in the morning, and still do yoga in the evenings, and see if my hip joints do okay with that. And if they do, goodbye to Booty Core forever.

Mostly, I just can’t stand that curvy Booty Core look. I really can’t. And I have tried to be open-minded about it, embrace the possibility of a new physical shape, but I simply come from a whole other era. And I’d still rather look like I’ve been smoking and doing amphetamines all day than look like I’ve spent the whole day in the gym….

I’m just a 1970s kind of gal.

So.

The main thing that’s kind of playing with my head here this morning is that my dad announced (to me – although I think my stepsister already knew this) that he wants to move to Florida. Not only that, but he’s already looking at potential properties. and not only that, but I get the feeling that the thing he sent me in the mail last week — to choose which of his art pieces I was interested in having in the event of his death or in case he had to downsize and go into a nursing home — was actually part of his wanting to move to Florida but he hadn’t said it yet.

Plus, he wants to move to northern Florida which is sort of a weird part of Florida to want to move to when you’re 90, so it makes me think he wants to live closer to my stepsister and her husband and their kids. He has always had a really good relationship with them, and also I think it would help him feel like my stepmom was still in his life in some way.  To have that part of “his family” closer to him again now that she’s gone.

I honestly don’t believe that anybody owes anyone anything in life. I mean, ideally, I have a way I would love life to be. But still, I believe it all comes down to choices. Making choices that have value to us, individually, and not based on what we might think we “owe” people, because we just have our lives to live, you know? And if they aren’t meaningful lives, then being here, living something meaningless, helps no one.

So I don’t really feel I have anything I can really say about this.  He’ll be 90 in a handful of weeks. He should live a life that makes him happy. I honestly believe that, and I’ve always tried my best to accept that his being happy didn’t usually involve me. You just can’t force things, right? What is the point in that?

Even though it makes me really sad — it makes me feel defeated more than anything else — I just don’t want that to set the tone for my entire day today.  I am trying to get into a better place about it.  So we’ll see how that goes.

Nick Cave sent out a Red Hand Files letter- thingy this morning that was very interesting. About one of his songs that I love (“Night raid”), and a specific song lyric that has put in a number of appearances in other things he’s written over the years and I guess — if he dies, like, today — it will be on his tombstone, too. And he also talked about the overall plans for Bad Seed TeeVee, which continues to expand and blossom into all kinds of videos clips — not just songs but interviews and all kinds of stuff.

Okay, I’m gonna do some tai-chi here and see if that transcends my morning into something way more productive than, I don’t know, thoughts of suicide, I guess.

I leave you with my breakfast-listening music from today — which is usually a song I play when I am thinking about committing suicide. But I do not believe he intended this song to be used for that!

I’ve posted this song here a bunch of times — Tom Petty’s song “Only A Broken Heart” from his wildly multi-platinum album, Wildflowers, from 1994. Even though he wrote this song because he was wanting to divorce his first wife and couldn’t figure out how to do that — and even though when he finally did figure out how to do that, it destroyed him for awhile, turning him into a reclusive heroin addict, etc. (and the creator of the album Echo (1999) — an intensely beautiful but very difficult album to listen to). His decision did eventually open up his whole life, and made it possible for him and his second wife, Dana, to fall in love and get married and enabled him to write probably his most accomplished songs/albums in his 40-year career.

So. The point is not to focus on how terrible things feel today, but focus more on how change can open up all sorts of amazing possibilities down the road. It’s just that maybe you can’t see it just yet. (Meaning “me”, of course — not necessarily “you”.)

With that in mind, have a good Tuesday, wherever it finds you, wherever you are in the world. Thanks for visiting, gang! I love you. So much. See ya.

“Only A Broken Heart”

Here comes that feeling I’ve seen in your eyes
Back in the old days, before the hard times
But I’m not afraid anymore
It’s only a broken heart

I know the place where you keep your secrets
Out of the sunshine, down in a valley
But I’m not afraid anymore
It’s only a broken heart

What would I give, to start all over again
To clean up my mistakes

Stand in the moonlight, stand under heaven
Wait for an answer, hold out forever
But don’t be afraid anymore
It’s only a broken heart

What would I give, to start all over again
To clean up my mistakes

I know your weakness, you’ve seen my dark side
The end of the rainbow is always a long ride
But I’m not afraid anymore
It’s only a broken heart

© 1994 Tom Petty

Me, Around the House!!

No, I’m serious! Look :

Just one of the many delights of my kitchen!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Of course, I don’t bake anymore because I live alone now and would just eat everything all by myself and then be as big as — if not bigger than — my whole house.

But I used to be a really good baker.

In fact, back when I worked at the Museum of Modern Art in NYC in my 20s, for a while I was the assistant to the Pastry Chef there. And I also slept with the Pastry Chef there. Although I don’t recall that either one of us ever actually slept… And while sexual activities between employees was rampant there (as well as among the guests of the museum — frequently the guests would have sex in the bathroom stalls there during various sunny afternoons), it was still technically frowned upon by the boring fuddy-duddy Management and Security personnel. And so she (the Pastry Chef was a ‘she’) used to say this thing that still cracks me up . If/when we were screwing around somewhere in maybe a storage room in the bowels of that heady museum, and it seemed like some sort of “Boss” type person was coming, she’d get her shit together very quickly and say, “Watch it. Furtive lurkers are about.”

That always made me laugh so hard. We never got caught at anything, but we always looked like we were up to something. (Management there loved her, though, but most of the Management did not love me. I was opinionated, outspoken, and the Shop Steward for the Local Union there.) (Still — since it was the 1980s and Manhattan was still incredibly wonderful, she and I would take our break together at the bar next door to the museum, drink as heavily and as quickly as we could, fool around in the bathroom stall at the bar, and then light up our cigarettes and head back for Round 2 at the museum!)

Anyway!! Yes!! I digress!!

I am not baking anything here today, but we did get a colossal wind storm here last evening and some of the siding blew off from around my kitchen window, so I’ve already been out there with a ladder, a hammer and some nails, and got everything back in place.

(And if I had a ladder that was ten times as tall, I would clean out my gutters, too. But alas, I don’t have that kind of a ladder. Plus, I’m afraid of heights…)

It’s a good thing the roof on my barn was already fixed last week because that wind yesterday would have blown the rest of the roof right off it. The winds were at 65 MPH.

Even though it’s overcast here today and cool, it looks like it is going to be the last one of these types of days — by mid-week, we go up into the 70s Fahrenheit and beyond. So it will really be Spring and I can start cleaning up the yard and the porches and get the flowers planted in their flower boxes and clean up the porch furniture and just get ready for, hopefully, the best Summer ever.

Okay, today is an Abstract Absurdity Productions day! Peitor should be calling here later on. And then hopefully I’ll also be doing some more work over the phone with Valerie in Brooklyn regarding the book cover layout for The Guitar Hero Goes Home. And other than that, I’m just planning on writing and editing at my desk today. So it should be a nice day.

I hope you guys have a great Monday, wherever you are in the world!  Thanks for visiting, gang. I have no breakfast-listening music from this morning, but I leave you with this! It cracks me up. I wrote about this a couple weeks ago after watching it on TikTok: Tyler Jarry’s “Dads talking about the weather.” It’s so perfect. (In my life, anyway. This is just totally my dad.) Okay. Enjoy! Have a wonderful day. I love you guys. See ya!