Consider Us as Being in the Crisper

Thelma and Louise were motorvating (didja see what I did there?) in my car as the Hyundai is being a bit temperamental and I'd rather not have the two women in my house get stranded somewhere far away but not quite in another galaxy especially since I do have my cell phone with me when I'm out but on vibrate so it never rings since listen to music. I never answer the phone it screws me up from singing along with the songs.

Yesterday was a lousy day weather wise until about tenish or so (I know! Tenish anyone?) and then became one of the Best Days of the year in terms of the sky, the breeze, the clouds and the temperature. I've been pushing my step count every day for the last week or so since this time next week I won't be tripping the light fantastic and I was downtown or what could be downtown if enough things get aligned and go right in a row to make me reconsider leaving the ashram.

If I had a refrigerator, that's where this would have wound up-but we have a brand new one in the kitchen and Sigrid says I'm not allowed to make any marks on it, so this will have to do. Just be grateful we didn't get one of those behemoths with side by side doors. I know I am.

I believe it's better to be lucky than good and I know I'm not good so I smile looking at this photo because I really like it and it doesn't show either of our children or my wife which is my traditional way of measuring a good picture.

I don't have anything profound to say about it, or anything else (come to think of it), though if you've ever been here before you knew the latter was true when the page loaded. So why are you hanging around? Did somebody I was going to do a trick? Move along! You've seen all the neat stuff I have for today, and quite possibly for the rest of my life. Hope you're happy. I suffered for my art. Now it's your turn. Tippecanoe and hold the occupants under.
-bill kenny