I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star

My biggest speakers (aside from what Good-Will now has) are right out there in my car. Although I am running out of room, I think that I can rearrange things enough so that I can still rotate items from storage, to car, to cellar, and the back to car, and then maybe over to the donation center. You can see from the above photo op. that I do indeed have better “hair-days” than others. I mean on other days, not better than anyone else does, at all. Today offers a chance to shower outside. I mean with some soap, and shampoo! If enough good games are on free T.V., I will probably stay home. What is a good game? I feel that when the underdog is winning, that is a good game. That is unless the higher rated team is in the same conference as your fav’. My water proofing project on the hill that leads into the brick patio area is holding up. Hopefully one day I will patch that spot with mortar and replace that flat slab. I’ve uncovered a treasure trove of ungiven B-Day, and others, in a special box. I now will cash in my C.D., maturing on 12/20, and buy a gift with no actual cost coming from my budget. At some point, maybe tomorrow, I will sneak those Hugh-Jass speakers down here with me. The big surprise, request, will come before Thanksgiving, when I ask to hook up the surround sound system. With a roadie, or two the whole set up should take just minutes. We can use color coded “Gator-Clips”, to quickly attach each of those 16, 20, or so speakers to the correct line. Imagine if it all goes on until Christmas! Have you ever heard “Jingle Bells” in surround sound? “Hey Baby, let’s go there”, I say. My hair should grow back by then so I will allow for a few photo-ops, for that Holiday time.

From The Book; The golden graze, with my eyes amazed, the misty haze is shattered by a royal scepter’s glaze, well schooled in stalking shadows, chased down by frothy drink, with the tools of a haunting gallows, bewitching he should think, remaining like a hound now, to circle forward to the sheep, caressed by calling thunder, sinking ever slower, into the drowsy deep, ranging peaks are rolling, and drifting with the tide…………………………..(edited)………