IT SHOULD BE A LIKE A HALF AN HOUR VOLUME 3

This is probably still current as my #1 favorite song. There’s just something about it.

But, I could roll on down the shore all day long on the NJ turnpike, then the Parkway, windows down, smell of salt air, hot breeze, and this song on a constant loop.

Roland shared this:

I mean that track has just got a life of its own. It’s crazy, I mean, it was always popular, but then… I did an interview with Reuters or something like that, a while back, with this lady who went on Spotify and worked out that there are about 140 cover versions of that song; I mean, from Don Henley to Patti Smith, to Weezer, to Lorde, obviously. It’s crazy, it’s one of those songs, isn’t it? [ ] There’s something intrinsic to it, you know, it’s just, it’s got a magic quality and so damn bloody simple.

A magic quality and so bloody simple. Like we wish life was.

Happy Spring….

LUMPY

My mom’s cousin, Sis, had nodes. Horrible, enormous nodes. Later my mom’s sister also had nodes. My whole childhood I remember thinking, please, just don’t let me get nodes.

Not cancer, not whatever other horrible thing, just no nodes please, Lord, please.

Hmmmmm…..

Probably for all those times I said “Fucker!” or “Jesus Christ!” Or some even more colorful and long-winded expletive.

*sigh*

It won’t be long

until I’m full-on crone.

WHEN THE CHILD’S AWAY

Even under normal circumstances the little critter’s almost never not here; now scramble a pandemic into that. She’s never not here, which is great, but sometimes….

We have been extremely fortunate that my BFF takes her to her house 2x/month for craft time, and when she does, Ma and Pa have a little grown-up dinner. ‘Nudge. ‘Wink.

Usually we order out sushi, but sometimes it’s home-cookin’ and sweet sweet booze. LOL. Followed by Ma is asleep before the critter gets home, so Pa has to wrangle her to bed. Poor Pa; he’s always willing though.

Have you tried Q soda? OMG. It’s pretty darn good.

Tonight’s dinner was enchiladas.

Enchiladas?

Yeah. Fold in the cheese.

FINALLY I’M AS BRITISH AS MY NAME

Marmalade, where have you been all my life?

I don’t know what I was afraid of this all these years. It is amazing. Easily as good a strawberry, raspberry, or peach. My daughter won’t touch any jelly, not even grape. Lord that’s a shame, shame, cryin’ shame. Jelly is the food of the gods! And I got it right there on some Dave’s Killer Bread, “The Good Seed.” Also some pretty righteous stuff.

Breakfast sorted.

THIS IS A BOOK I PUBLISHED: THE ONE THAT STARTED IT ALL

This book was written by my friend, David Dutton. I never would have met David had I not moved to Milton, and started a writing group. And, had I not done that, I never would have started publishing.

David, more than anything, made me want to publish books. David is a deceptive writer. His books are like good booze, they go down so smooth, and then they wallop you. Things happen in this book, things of the not-good-kind. And if you read this book, you will find yourself complicit, reading along like floating on a gentle river, effortless. And then, you will realize that you just casually accepted things as right and appropriate that you never should have. And you are left to look at your own ideas of right and wrong.

That deceptive writing continues in his new book, DNA, coming out from Out of This World Press late summer of this year. And he has a blog where he is serializing another book, this one a nifty little horror story that you won’t even realize is horror. You will find yourself knee-deep into it in a hot minute though. Perfect if you’re scrolling blogs trying to avoid work. 😉

In the meantime, get yourself a copy of One of the Madding Crowd, DPP’s best-seller to this very day.

BLOODY SNOWSHOES

This fall, just in time for the season of the witch, David Fulcher will release a collection of horror destined to keep you awake each night until the first merciful ray of light seeps over the dark and uncaring horizon. Get yourself in on it now, with his blog, and find out why those snowshoes are sooooo bloody.