January 22, 2011

A Tub Of Lard.

I was listening to some Bruce Hornsby this morning and thought I'd post a song of his. This song fits my mood this morning 'cause it's too dang cold to do anything today (besides try and shovel the frozen solid driveway.)
Bruce Hornsby 'This Too Shall Pass' 2002.

Gotta get somethin' done today
Give a accomplishment a shot
Might not have a full palette to use
But im gonna paint with the colors I've got

Then your hopes and ideals you embrace
Then there's what's staring you in the face
Sorrowful times are here but they won't last
'Cause, this too shall pass

This to shall pass

Feelin like a lazy tub of lard
Rajneesh Jr. gave me his business card
Think I'll take a personality test
Document my fineness this far

Then your hopes and ideals you embrace
Then there's what's staring you in the face
First place man will one day roll in last
'Cause this too shall pass

And this too shall pass

Better get on out to the startin' line
Comin' soon they're gonna fix it in time
I just want to get what's mine
Not a function, gonna just, gonna adjust the lights

And this too shall pass

What you gotta do to find a cure
For the things that make you feel so inpure
Just now i don't know for sure
Sometimes misery has a stange lure

Then your hopes and ideals you embrace
Then there's what's staring you in the face
Sorrowful times are here but they won't last
Because this too shall pass

Then your hopes and ideal you embrace
Then there's what's staring you in the face
Sorrowful times are here but they won't last

Because this too shall pass
This too shall pass

January 13, 2011

Yellow Snow

We have a large back porch with seven sliding glass doors. We've been putting 1x1 wood sticks in the tracks at night for security. It's impossible to slide the doors open now. I found out how impossible today.

I recently painted some baseboard and shoe mold which I had atop a couple of horses in the living room. Today I the put all the dried wood on the living room floor and took the horses out on the deck to use for outside work when the weather broke. It was about twenty-five degrees outside.

I took the horses outside and as I slid the door shut I heard the 1x1 wood piece fall from where it had been propped up. I looked and saw the stick had fallen in the track, locking me outside in the cold. I immediately had to pee of course and as I went in the great outdoors on the snow I thought of that stupid Zappa song and couldn't get it out of my head.

I tried prying the door up...didn't work. I tried the front door we never use. It was locked. I went to Bill's across the circle. I think we had given him a key to our front door sometime past. No, Bill didn't have a key. I could've call wife but I know she had given her key to one of the girls.

I thought of the windows and knew there was one that wasn't latched on the inside and the storm window was stuck open. AHA! Thank God I'd never gotten around to repair it. I got a ladder and screwdriver out of the shed and took out the storm window. Wife had two antique depression glasses sitting on the window ledge.

I could move the top window down just enough to get my arm through to bend my elbow. One of the glasses fell and by some miracle it didn't break when it fell into the kitchen sink. I could just barely grasp the other glass and took it out. I think I'd rather die of hyperthermia than face my wife with broken antique in hand.

I was half way in the small window when a Louisville Metro Police cruiser pulled up in our driveway. A week ago we had called and requested extra patrols in our Circle because some punk had been rummaging through our vehicles at night. (Middletown aint the sleepy suburb it used to be) They had a few questions to ask me. I told them the story and he kind of smiled and took off.

I'm grateful for Louisville Gas & Electric and the Louisville Metro Police Department. After I warmed up I went to the local locksmith and made two copies of the front door key and I'm having new locks installed on the sliding glass door entrance and do away with those 1x1's.

Frank Zappa 'Don't Eat the Yellow Snow' 1974

Boardwalk Empire

I'm currently watching the first season of 'Boardwalk Empire'. The time and place is the 20's Atlantic City, New Jersey. I'm always a sucker for period stuff. Martin Scorsese produced it and Steve Buscemi plays the title role of the corrupt city official, Enoch 'Nucky' Thompson.

January 10, 2011

The Price of Beautiful

We had come here after meeting the Luntes for pizza and beer at Impellizari's (best pizza in Louisville.) I had a couple of beers so wife drove us to Von Maur. She needed face cream. I seldom drink beer anymore and I had that floaty feeling. It's nice to be driven sometimes.

Watching the woman run her fingers across the keys in the post Christmas cavernous almost empty space of the department store, the notes had an empty sound. She was around seventy-five and I imagined her as an old maid who, in younger years, gave piano lessons to middle schoolers.

There's that mysterious link between wife and the sales clerk, full of female cues and symbols the meaning of which most men are clueless. They finally came to an agreement  which potions and lotions wife should purchase. Sales clerk rang her up as the pianist was reaching a crescendo. Surely I had heard wrong.

As we were walking to the car I asked her if what I heard was right. Wife said yes but it's cheaper than botox.

January 4, 2011

A Simpler Time

Listening to the radio today a song started playing I'd long forgotten about. It sounded so good. Remember this one?

'This Guy's in Love With You'   Written by Burt Bacharach & Hal David. Performed by Herb Alpert  1968.