Friday Fill In #143

1. One week ago I stayed home sick from work; I’m almost entirely over that cough now.

2. I lived in a little town called Spruce Head when I was young.

3. Mama told me “If you’re too sick to go to school, you’re too sick to do anything else.”

4. One of the most “in love” couples I know is you and me, (Susan)!

5. Take your time and read the direction through at least once before attempting assembly.

6. If you’d move your slow 45mph camper trailer / aircraft carrier over into the slow lane, then I (and the rest of this line of traffic) will pass!

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to playing a gig with Blind Al in Bangor, tomorrow my plans include playing a gig right here in Rockland, and Sunday, I want to get back to the regular lunch schedule at Mom’s!

Fall is Here!

I love fall, and fall is here! I can prove it! These fall related things all happened to me today.

1) I broke out the barn coat today
2) I also started wearing blazers again. It’s getting cool enough to warrant wearing a sport coat.
3) I thought about putting the earlaps in my scooter helmet.
4) I used my shave cream warmer.

Though it didn’t happen today, I’ve been craving apple cider all weekend. And last week, I had my first pumpkin donut. Hurray Autumn!


I need to spend less time on Facebook, and more time here. Using Facebook as a “journal” has issues. The archiving is AWFUL! Every try to find something you posted on FB three months ago? Easy as pie with a blog; like pulling teeth with FB. I wish I could figure out a way to import my FB entries into my blog. I can do it the other way ’round, but that’s not what I want. Heck.

Dreaming of Linc and Desirae

I can’t remember all of last night’s dream. I remember that I was going to art school, that I had some large project due, and mine wasn’t done. I remember I was going to try and pass off some quicky creation made of cotton balls, and call it “art.” I remember seeing Desirae Page sitting on a fainting couch in a courtyard area of the college. We chatted. I complimented her on her chiseled back (she was wearing some backless halter blouse), and said something to the effect of “You probably get that from roller derby.” (Desirae actually did used to skate in roller derby. She’s now retired due to injury and is training the new peeps.) She squeezed my flabby bicep and said “What’s your back like?” I said “White, spongy, and hairy!” She laughed in that “that’s TMI and gross” kinda way. As we were chatting, Lincoln McRae walked by. We asked how he was doing. He mentioned he was trying to earn some extra cash to buy his grandfather a really nice gravestone. “He’s 100 years old,” Linc said, “and I want to make sure he’s got a nice stone to be remembered by.” (Side note: I believe Linc’s grandfather is still alive, but I don’t think he’s near 100 yet.) He showed us some samples, and why there just happened to be three gravestones nearby is beyond me. (Like the rest of this dream makes any sense anyway! Why not have three sample gravestones in a common area of an art school!)

That’s all I remember.