I could not believe how beautiful it was out here in the Hinterlands this morning, gang.
It was hot enough last night to keep all the windows open when I went to bed, so the birds woke me at 5am, just singing like crazy. And, of course, it’s been a year since I heard all that and it made me so happy to know for sure that summer is on its way.
And I was down in the kitchen when the sun actually came up and the sky was that perfect blue, only dotted here and there with a puffy white cloud. No rain in sight. A breeze coming through all the open windows while I fed the many happy cats. And Tom Petty’s posthumous “The Best of Everything” was on the kitchen CD player… And it made me feel happy to be alive again.
It was a rough few days back at the train station. It turned out that I wasn’t really ready to be back at work, but back I went. It shot my nerves and exhausted me and wore me out and it bordered on depressing me, but I keep trying to hold on to my perspective — when my dad died, he and I were in a really, really good place. And it’s not like I didn’t know he was going to die soon. Those are two things to be really grateful for.
Anyway. Today is beautiful, so I will definitely go out and take a walk. Then I’m going to do some quick work on the play and send it back to Sandra and then the rest of the week, I’m going to work on the TV pilot with Peitor and just try to get back to life.
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The only news I found interesting today was over at Real Raw News. Another development with the so-called “Red Hats”.
I don’t know if the Red Hats are real, gang. But I have always had a soft spot in my heart for vigilante justice. I realize that it’s a huge conflict to be a Constitutionalist and then also be — well, not really in favor of vigilante justice, but quietly happy to see it happen sometimes.
If you aren’t aware yet of the Red Hats development, you can read other articles at Real Raw News and find out about it. (Although, a very, very interesting one that involved a hospital orderly Red Hat, and Klaus Schwab when he was still on life-support, has since been removed. Hmmm….)
Anyway. Here’s the article for today:
“Revenge of the Red Hats
Real Raw News has learned that Colonel Kurtz, leader of the Red Hats, has claimed responsibility for a blaze that engulfed part of a pier in Oceanside, California, Thursday afternoon.
The inferno erupted at the far end of the iconic pier at 3:00 p.m. and swiftly engulfed a vacant building, formerly Rubyβs Diner, which closed permanently three years ago when the now-deceased Gavin Newsomβs Plandemic policies forced countless businesses into bankruptcy. […]
[…] on Friday Gen. Smith received from Col. Kurtz an email in which the Red Hat leader admitted that his forces had set the building aflame because the Deep State had used the shuttered restaurant as a waypoint in child trafficking operations. Per Kurtzβs allegations, the Deep State had brought bound and gagged children to the abandoned diner, sedated them, and then departed to hunt down more children. Meanwhile, a yacht would pull alongside the pier; armed men dressed in black would disembark, retrieve the drugged, helpless kids, and ferry them to either Catalina or San Clemente Island, 61 and 140 miles off the coast, respectively, at which point they were transferred like cargo onto a larger vessel and shipped south βprobably to Columbia.β […]
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And that is really it.
I hope you enjoy your Sunday, wherever you are in the world.
Thanks for visiting. I love you guys. See ya!
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For several days, I have listened to these two songs over and over, and somehow, it is helping me process my entire life.
They are both from Tom Waits’ album, Mule Variations, which came out in 1999, and which I hadn’t listened to in a long time: “Get Behind the Mule,” and “Hold On.” And both songs were co-written with his wife, Kathleen Brennan. See if they help you, too. You never know, right? Okay. Enjoy, gang.
“Get Behind The Mule”
Molly be damned smote Jimmy the Harp
With a horrid little pistol and a lariat
She’s goin to the bottom
And she’s goin down the drain
Said she wasn’t big enough to carry it
She got to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
She got to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
She got to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
She got to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
Choppity chop goes the axe in the woods
You gotta meet me by the fall down tree
Shovel of dirt upon a coffin lid
And I know they’ll come lookin for me boys
And I know they’ll come a-lookin for me
Got to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
Got to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
Got to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
Got to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
Big Jack Earl was 8’1
He stood in the road and he cried
He couldn’t make her love him
Couldn’t make her stay
But tell the good Lord that he tried
[Chorus]
Dusty trail from Atchison to Placerville
On the wreck of the Weaverville stage
Beaula fired on Beatty for a lemonade
I was stirring my brandy with a nail boys
Stirring my brandy with a nail
[Chorus]
Well the rampaging sons of the widow James
Jack the cutter and the pock marked kid
Had to stand naked at the bottom
Of the cross
And tell the good lord what they did
Tell the good lord what they did
[Chorus]
Punctuated birds on the power line
In a Studebaker with the Birdie Joe Joaks
I’m diggin all the way to China
With a silver spoon
While the hangman fumbles with the noose, boys
The hangman fumbles with the noose
[Chorus]
Pin your ear to the wisdom post
Pin your eye to the line
Never let the weeds get higher
Than the garden
Always keep a sapphire in your mind
Always keep a diamond in your mind
[Chorus]
c – 1999 Kathleen Brennan, Tom Waits
“Hold On”
They hung a sign up in our town
“if you live it up, you won’t
live it down”
So, she left Monte Rio, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
She went and took that California trip
Well, the moon was gold, her
Hair like wind
She said don’t look back just
Come on Jim
Oh you got to
Hold on, Hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I’m standing right here
You gotta hold on
Well, he gave her a dimestore watch
And a ring made from a spoon
Everyone is looking for someone to blame
But you share my bed, you share my name
Well, go ahead and call the cops
You don’t meet nice girls in coffee shops
She said baby, I still love you
Sometimes there’s nothin left to do
Oh you got to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I’m standing right here, you got to
Just hold on.
Well, God bless your crooked little heart, St. Louis got the best of me
I miss your broken-china voice
How I wish you were still here with me
Well, you build it up, you wreck it down
You burn your mansion to the ground
When there’s nothing left to keep you here, when
You’re falling behind in this
Big blue world
Oh you got to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I’m standing right here
You got to hold on
Down by the Riverside motel,
It’s 10 below and falling
By a 99 cent store she closed her eyes
And started swaying
But it’s so hard to dance that way
When it’s cold and there’s no music
Well your old hometown is so far away
But, inside your head there’s a record
That’s playing, a song called
Hold on, hold on
You really got to hold on
Take my hand, I’m standing right here
And just hold on
c – 1999 Kathleen Brennan, Tom Waits
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