Let's see. The dead ex-boyfriend list keeps growing. I'm not joking! That is a post-in-progress. Meanwhile, the garden here is happening. This pleases me greatly because I've done all the work. At first, I whined that we needed a rototiller to prepare the patch. One day, I looked down into the neighboring yard, and there was my ninety-something year old neighbor, prepping his garden bed entirely by hand. A shovel and a hoe and an old guy. This snapped me into action, and I went on out there and did the same thing. It felt mighty fine to just do it.
Music is also happening. Next week I cruise south to Santa Cruz to see my dear sister-friend. We are going to the Shoreline show together. Back in the so-called day, we saw lots of music. So, am revisiting another portal from my past. This is the same friend whose camp I'll be in at Burning Man. Seeing and hearing what's left of the boys will be fun at this point in time. And sad too. But really... he's been gone nearly 14 years now. I'm glad to hear anything that is related musically to that thing I loved so much. I surely did.
After playtime, I'll hurry homeward. Youngest daughter has prom to attend that weekend. School's almost done. Again. Then she's a senior. My baby. Shit! No more kids to raise-up. Then what? Burning Man-among other things. Much to be done beforehand, and 3 months (or so) will fly by.
Her Eyes Are A Blue Million Miles (Live Version) - Captain Beefheart And The Magic Band
