“It sounds to me like she’s undecided!”

I am completely, 100% undecided about going to the shooting range today. And being undecided is making me nutty.

I didn’t get enough work done on the play yesterday, because as soon as I got home from my shift, one of the little girls from next door was waiting on her bike at my kitchen porch to alert me that one of the neighborhood cats — a sweet cat who hangs out on my porch a lot with KonTiki — had been shot with a BB gun.

The cat is going to be okay and the neighbors are taking care of him. But, still. Really disturbing to hear.

Anyway, her dad wanted to know if he could borrow one of those outdoor cat houses they’d given me during the winter. So out to the barn I went to retrieve one.

And….

I mentioned to the dad something in passing about the kittens and the little girl got all excited and said, “I want to see the kittens!!”

Then, to her dad: “Dad, I want a kitten!!! I want a kitten!!!”

Exactly what my wee bonny ears wanted to hear, of course, but Dad was not going for it. “We have 2 cats and a dog already.”

HER: “But, Dad!! I want a kitten!!”

HIM: “I’ll think about it…”

[Dad-speak for ‘not in a million years’ but she hasn’t figured this out yet… she walked away appeased and hopeful! Thinking that he was going to think about it!!]

You’ll be impressed to know that I smiled knowingly but kept my wee bonny mouth shut…

Anyway. I digress!

I didn’t get enough work done on the play yesterday, and in order to get any work done on the novel today, I need to finish the work on the play and get it back over to Sandra first…

So. Do I want to shoot guns??

Or do I want to work on my novel??

Well, frankly, I’d rather work on my novel (since you can readily see that a writer’s lifestyle is very rewarding).

But then I worry that I should cancel my membership at the shooting range, because if I don’t go there at least once a week, I’m paying for nothing. It’s cheaper to pay as I go…

But then I worry that if I’m not a member, I won’t go at all.

Aaaarrrrgh.

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That endless thought-circle has been (most of) my morning since 5AM.

However, Sandra called at 7AM, with questions about the hotel and as of right now, it’s looking like we’ll both be staying HERE:

And Wayne texted, saying that he’ll actually be around that whole week (he leaves for a vacation in Cambodia the following week). And he said to have my people call his people and we’ll do LUNCH!

So, a lot of the morning has been fun. It hasn’t been entirely about me being indecisive.

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Valerie in Brooklyn texted yesterday evening and said that her Naturopath began using a new frequency healing device on her various pain issues and she said it WORKED RIGHT AWAY. (Valerie has had severe arthritis issues for many years and goes to doctors for various treatments & pharmaceuticals all the time, which, for the most part, don’t work.)

So, in the event you suffer from something similar, I post the link for you HERE:

Softwave Tissue Regeneration Technology.

“SoftWave uses therapeutic energy waves to activate the body’s natural healing. Treatment is safe, doesn’t require surgery, drugs, or needles, and helps reduce pain, speed up recovery, and regenerate tissue. Easy to use, SoftWave is an effective and trusted treatment option that improves patient outcomes and boosts clinic productivity.”

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On a similar note, Phil posted this:

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I’m sure that by now you know, this happened yesterday:

I love a lot of the Beach Boys’ songs, but this one is, hands down, my favorite. I will never forget how it felt, as a little girl, to hear this song come on the car radio!! It always filled me with hope!!

“Wouldn’t it Be Nice” (1966):

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And this happened yesterday!!

In Zurich!! (It seems that the audiences in Zurich actually listen to concerts, rather than watch them through their phones… not a whole lot of photos on Instagram. Which is kind of a good thing!)

Nick Cave & Colin Greenwood last night, the second of three sold-out shows in Zurich:

You can sort of buy tickets to upcoming shows here — if you’re not particular about where you have to travel to go see it!! Most shows are sold out through September.

And I guess that’s it for now.

Here’s hoping I have a great day at my desk today!!

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

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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When I was a singer-songwriter in NYC, the musicians in my backup band were guys. And my lead guitar player — a fantastic guy from Argentina — was also a huge Keith Richards fan.

One afternoon, he was at my apartment on W. 45th Street and he was looking through my extensive record collection.

He said, “Wow!” as he picked up my Muddy Waters’ Greatest Hits double-album and studied it eagerly. And then said, “I can’t believe your record collection! You aren’t like any other girl I’ve ever met. You listen to all these records that guys listen to!”

You, gentle reader, know who is to blame for this!!

Yes! Our Daily Feature continues!

Gifts Keith Richards gave me when I was a wee bonny girl!!

Wherein I regale you with “songs Keith loved, that he would talk about in an interview in some magazine, and then I’d go out and try to find the record and then buy it with my babysitting money, and then I’d listen to it alone in my intense little room, playing it on the portable record player that my dad bought me, and the song would change my life. “

Today’s selection!!

Muddy Waters! If you are a Keith Richards fan, I don’t need to say more!!

Muddy Waters, “Mannish Boy” (live) (originally released on Chess records in 1955). Enjoy, gang!

“Mannish Boy”

Ooooooh, yeah, ooh, yeah

Everythin’, everythin’, everythin’s gonna be alright this mornin’
Ooh yeah, whoaw
Now when I was a young boy, at the age of five
My mother said I was, gonna be the greatest man alive
But now I’m a man, way past 21
Want you to believe me baby,
I had lot’s of fun
I’m a man
I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn
That represents man
No B, O child, Y
That mean mannish boy
I’m a man
I’m a full grown man
I’m a man
I’m a natural born lovers man
I’m a man
I’m a rollin’ stone
I’m a man
I’m a hoochie coochie man

Sittin’ on the outside, just me and my mate
You know I’m made to move you honey,
Come up two hours late
Wasn’t that a man
I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn
That represents man
No B, O child, Y
That mean mannish boy
I’m a man
I’m a full grown man
Man
I’m a natural born lovers man
Man
I’m a rollin’ stone
Man-child
I’m a hoochie coochie man

The line I shoot will never miss
When I make love to a woman,
She can’t resist
I think I go down,
To old Kansas Stew
I’m gonna bring back my second cousin,
That little Johnny Cocheroo
All you little girls,
Sittin’out at that line
I can make love to you woman,
In five minutes time
Ain’t that a man
I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn
That represents man
No B, O child, Y
That mean mannish boy
Man
I’m a full grown man
Man
I’m a natural born lovers man
Man
I’m a rollin’ stone
I’m a man-child
I’m a hoochie coochie man
Well, well, well, well
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry
Don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me child
Don’t hurt me, don’t hurt, don’t hurt me child
Well, well, well, well