I’m just waiting for Sandra to call so that we can go over the final revisions (for now) on Act One of the play before she heads back to Toronto tomorrow.

So here is a quick, “hi!’

Phil and Keri tied the knot yesterday!! Yay!!! Second marriages for both — I hope this one lasts a lifetime.

Nick Cave sent out a sort of strange Red Hand File this morning. But he did offer further proof that his mind is absolutely overrun by the Devil!!! (I’m just kidding but — hmmmm…..) (Illustration is from his Red Hand File)

Anyway, you can read it HERE!

This was fantastic. I love when James Tabor talks about Jesus’ possible birth father — or who they thought it was in antiquity — before Christianity was born and they began believing that Jesus had no biological father.

In the interview below, he recommends these two books, one of which I bought, the other is a little pricey…

Anyway. I’m saving up for the more expensive one… If you are unfamiliar with Jesus son of Pantera, who is written about in First Century CE Jewish documents —

James Tabor – Jesus son of Pantera: Ancient Slander or Historical Probability? (1 hr 22 mins):

Wayne texted me something beautiful last night about the song “Unwed Fathers,” from John Prine’s 1984 album, Aimless Love.

For me, this song hits a little too close to home, so I have trouble listening to it. Although my birth father did not know that I’d even been born until I was 28 years old. So I don’t believe he’s the type of guy written about in this song. He was only 14 when I was conceived, but he claimed later that if he’d known I’d been born, he never would have let me get out of his life.

He had two older, married sisters — my Aunt Jo and my Aunt Bobbie Jean — who also claimed, when they found out that I existed, that they would have done all they could to keep me in the family and not let my birth mom’s father put me up for adoption, had they only known. I often wonder what that would have been like for me, since I was writing songs and teaching myself how to play the guitar by the time I was 9 years old. And my entire family, on my birth father’s side, were musical, wrote songs, played guitars — and a couple of them did it professionally in Nashville.

However, my birth mom was 13 when I was born, and so for me, this song is just too sad.

It is beautiful, though, so I share it:

And just to follow up on something I posted the other day, on Wayne’s birthday —

Here’s another one of the CDs we listened to nonstop on our honeymoon, as we drove cross-country:

And, in particular, this song. “Picture Show” — we played it over and over and sang along at the top of our happy voices — I think it’s interesting that Tom Petty wound up in the official video for it:

(As an aside — I was a HUGE James Dean fan back then. Also, John Garfield, the actor that James Dean was so fond of, was my grandma’s first cousin.)

And that is kind of it for now, gang.

I’m just kind of waiting for my iPhone to ping! Just breathing, looking at the beautiful world of summer outside my house, before I have to dive into another flurry of typing.

Enjoy your Monday, wherever you are in the world!!

Thanks for visting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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The song that was in my head first thing this morning!! So I sat in bed, drank my coffee, listened to it many times (and you know who you are !!!!!), while drinking my coffee and hanging out with Al the cat… (btw, that’s A L, not A I). Enjoy!