Well, gang, I was lying in bed, cup o’ Joe nearby, sort of meditating, sort of planning the day ahead, when to head out to Granville for lunch, etc.–

When a text came in from Wendy. A huge disaster at her house and now they’re waiting on the plumber. So we had to cancel our lunch date for today.

Alas.

And so… what was my first thought?

Yes!! I can get a little vacuuming done…

But I’m also hoping to sit at my desk and at least ponder the beginning of the memoir. The beginning I began last year — or whenever it was — I didn’t like from the start, but at least it had gotten started…

I’m hoping that maybe today I will find my way into it in a way that I actually like. We shall see.

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Well, this is going to be brief today. Not too many “here’s this’s”. Also, there is something going on here that I will post about, maybe sometime this week, but I’m not ready yet. (A dear friend, Jeff, from NYC turned up dead. And the “processing” of that is huge for me. Too overwhelming to write about, yet.)

Anyway. I know for certain I won’t be posting tomorrow because I have to head out to a client at the crack of dawn.

So, for now, here’s this:

Alexandra Richards posted this for Father’s Day yesterday (a couple of the photos were of her husband and child), but here, she’s with her sister and “Princess” Keith (and I love Patti’s comment!):

And Oliver Ocasek posted this about his dad, Ric!

And meanwhile, here’s this! My first favorite song by The Cars!! “My Best Friend’s Girlfriend”, 1978. Lead vocal/written by Ric Ocasek (from Cleveland, btw!!) I loved this album:

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Here’s this from Ross K. Nichols’ Sunday School yesterday–

“A queen seizes the throne. The house of David nearly disappears. One child survives.

Hidden away in the Temple for six years, Jehoash emerges from secrecy to become king of Judah. His story brings together Athaliah, the house of Ahab, the royal line of David, Jehoiada the priest, and one of the most dramatic rescues in the Hebrew Bible.

But the story does not remain on the page.

A mysterious inscription surfaced, claiming to speak in the name of King Jehoash and describing repairs to the house of YHWH. Some have called it a modern forgery. Others have argued that it may be ancient.

Who was Jehoash? Why was he hidden? And did this contested stone really bear his name?”

Jehoash Inscription: PROOF of David’s Hidden Heir? (50 mins):

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The Bad Seed’s show in Austria looked intense. Again, plenty of videos were posted but not that many photos. But the photos I did find were, well, intense!

And the next show is in Athens, Greece, on Wednesday. Buy tickets here!

And that is it for now.

I’m gonna finish up the laundry and then get that vacuuming underway!! And then — we HOPE — settle down with the memoir and give it a way out of my head and onto the page.

Have a good Monday, wherever you are in the world.

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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I leave you with my breakfast-listening music.

This morning, when this song came on the CD in the kitchen jukebox, I found myself relating to the lyrics in an entirely different way than I ever had before.

I think that means I’m getting old, but, well, I don’t know.

Written by Van Morrison in 1989, but the version I have is on Playback, a live version by Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers from 1991.

“I’m Tired Joey Boy”. Enjoy, gang. See ya on Wednesday.

“I’m Tired Joey Boy”

I’m tired Joey Boy
While you’re out with the sheep
My life is so troubled
Now I can’t go to sleep
I would walk myself out
But the streets are so dark
I shall wait till the morning
And walk in the park

This life is so simple when
One is at home
And I’m never complaining
When there’s work to be done
Oh I’m tired Joey Boy of the makings of men
I would like to be cheerful again

Ambition will take you
And ride you too far and
Conservatism bring you to boredom once more
Sit down by the river
And watch the stream flow
Recall all the dreams
That you once used to know
The things you’ve forgotten
That took you away
To pastures not greener but meaner

Love of the simple is all that I need
I’ve no time for schism or lovers of greed
Go up to the mountain, go up to the glen
When silence will touch you
And heartbreak will mend.

c – 1989 Van Morrison