“Playin’ the platters That really matter, And in between, A little chitter-chatter!” —John E. Dee, the persona behind the Old School Dance Party every Friday from 4-7pm Pardon me while I do what I love to do on Friday afternoons: boogie across my living room. No room for finger-tappin’ when it’s time for the toes!
Evidently it’s a ‘mood’-y week. When I arose from achieving my nearly-eight hours of sleep, it was mid-morning, and… let’s say I’ve been disinclined to tackle my projects. So I read some Dick Francis thrillers for a while, then wandered back to Michael Lewis’ The Big Short. Have you seen the movie version? See it. […]
I’ve lived in Austin for 28 years, in Texas for 32, I have cowboy boots, I can two-step (if someone else leads), This isn’t Willie. This is Ryan Bingham. and I’ve been to Willie Nelson’s Fourth of July Picnic. It’s time to apply for my Texas naturalization papers.
After a point, it’s too dang hot to eat. That is, ya think about a meal, and the rest of you goes, “uuugggghhh, no.” “We’ll just sit here, very still, and drink some more iced tea. Maybe the oscillating fan will pass by again.”
I have alluded to our new laundry appliances in other posts (allusion 1, allusion 2), but I haven’t told the true tale. I was going to wait until I knew how it was going to work out in the end, but today I no longer feel I can. How it began: As the winter wore […]
The birds are in their trees, the toast is in the toaster, and the poets are at their windows. They are at their windows in every section of the tangerine of earth— the Chinese poets looking up at the moon, the American poets gazing out at the pink and blue ribbons of sunrise. The clerks […]
When I was a wee sprite, this song played all the time on the radio, and even once or twice at church: It’s just one brief (repeated) prayer, Day by day Day by day Oh dear Lord Three things I pray To see thee more clearly Love thee more dearly Follow thee more nearly Day […]
It sure is summertime now. The days are routinely near or over 100 degrees F, and it’s unclimately humid. M told me today she’d gotten in a muck-sweat within 30 minutes, doing a little work in her yard. Sounds about right to me. But there are a few it’s-so-*&%^-hot perqs… …aside from it being Otter […]
Documents indicate it was 1981; I would have been nearly twelve, and so in seventh grade. My family listened to “regular radio” in the morning as we all got ready for our day. AM, not FM. Chatty, newsy programs, much like a local Today show but on the radio and all (maybe only most) of […]
How on earth did William Faulkner manage to churn out those wonderful, intricate novels while living in north Mississippi?! Yesterday I worked out in the afternoon (though in the water) and my brain made like butterscotch pudding. Today I mowed the lawn first thing, while it was still “cool,” and I’ve been disinclined to do […]
