3 & 1/2 days

Wednesday I ran 3 miles, practiced guitar for 2 intentioned hours, blogged for 2 hours, had a great kung fu class and got along like best friends with every single being in the world.  My hair even looked good!

Thursday I skipped exercise, blogged 4 hours, worked on guitar only 30 minutes, felt like a bit of a twit over my previous blog post, wasn’t quite patient enough with Kelly and she threw a fit, no — a ROYAL FIT in the grocery store, of which I’ll not be darkening the doors again for probably four years.  Maybe five.  Or ten.  (Should both be sufficiently aged by then for us not to be recognized.)  

Did I mention my hair looked like crap on Thursday?  I seriously advise not chopping your bangs in dim light with dull scissors after an 8-oz glass of wine.

Yesterday (Friday,) she woke with fever and puked a bit.  I got to play nurse, did a little guitar, a little bloggin’.   And LOTS of sleeping, yes!!!

Today?  Too early to tell.  I remain optimistic.  She’s much better – eating us out of house and home.

[Photo of said child taken September ’07 in same grocery store, joyfully fitless that day.]

Taking Blog Stock

Have you noticed I’ve been posting to my blog every other day lately?  Do you think that’s too often?  

Have you also noticed since I started hunkering down with my gee-tar a couple hours a day,  I’ve been visiting y’all’s blogs a bit less?  And how are you with that?  How would you feel if I only got to your blog and commented once or twice a week? 

And for purposes of me taking blog stock would you classify my blog as “all about me?”  Barbara Swafford over at her very successful site, Blogging Without A Blog, in a recent post called How To Lose Blog Visitors, talks about selfish blogs that are “all about me” and I’m wondering if I come across like that.  And believe me – I can take honest constructive criticism!  (I’m weird that way, well, I’m weird in many ways – as you all know.)

Is there anything you would like to see me post more (or less,) about? 

And just a tad unrelatedly, now that my favorite old sweat pants have a big rip in the left buttock area, should I patch them up?   Or cremate them, followed by a fitting memorial service?

(Yes, that’s my actual gee-tar up there on our actual sofa that miraculously escaped the bunny-munching, unlike its matching loveseat and chair.)

Twinkle Shooters

Child, it wasn’t our fault we

were born the wild ones, with

twinkles shooting from us like

quills from porcupines (okay,

quill shooting’s a myth,) but I

swear one day we’ll fly to Cork

and find out who instigated

all this Irish jigging on frozen

harbors and lace bra flinging

into pines and naked maples.

Bet some little old guy leaning

on his cane with extra love in

his blue eye was responsible,

his missus of apple pies and

chicken stew no slouch herself.

So Child, some day when I am

long gone to the angels, when

you’re the light in any gloom,

the niblet of fun among sour

patch grapes, the one bursting

into song or bagpipe tunes for

no visible reason — shoot on,

my little twinkler, shoot on and

know that I’ll be twinkling too.

 (How I got that twinkle effect was by shooting her in front of a Christmas tree through a pair of kids “rainbow” glasses, in case you were wondering.  Nothing too mysterious, alas.)

Sunday May 10th 7:30 p.m.

That’s the date for my CD launch show / party!

One-hour show here in Austin,Texas.  No cover charge. 

Friendly fully-clothed guest musicians TBA.

Small cute auditorium beside a paradisical garden.  

Downtown, but ample (free) parking, (unless the place next door is holding a special event, but parking shouldn’t be much of a problem in any case.)

“I Need A Man,” CDs only $10.00.  (Cash or check.)

Jannie Funster autographs and hugs – FREE!

Further details to come.

(Hope I don’t puke on my uke.  Whoops – sorry Patricia, for that visual.) 

Photos of the actual garden walkway and the auditorium at the venue!

Does It Mean I’m Crazy?

{ Edit: as I just mentioned in the comments to Rhett, without knowing the song’s melody or feel, try to imagine my vocal delivery as part Madeline Khan, part Latka Gravas, with a bunch of Robin Williams thrown in . }

1.) I play it on my tricycle.

I play it while I’m watching my t.v.

I play it eating jell-o

and I play it while I’m talking to my tree.

I play it in the heat of day and when the night is cool.

I play it in the shower, in the bathtub, in the pool.

Does it mean I’m crazy ‘cause

I play my ukulele all the time?

——————–

2.) I play it while I’m coloring.

I play it while I’m doing arts and crafts.

And when I’m weaving baskets

I can even play my uke behind my back.

I play it for the voices having fun inside my head.

I play it for the people living underneath my bed.

Does it mean I’m crazy ‘cause

I play my ukulele all the time?

________

Bridge:

Sweet ukulele

Oh, the music I hear

Dear, sweet ukulele

Whenever you are near.

___________

3.) Here where they have brought me

all the doctors and the nurses are so nice.

They keep me medicated

and my rubber room is always clean and bright.

I play it in group therapy and everybody sings.

It doesn’t even matter that my uke has got no strings.

Does it mean I’m crazy ‘cause

I play my ukulele all the time?

Does it mean I’m crazy ‘cause

I play my ukulele all the time

all the time,

all the time,

all the time,

all the time…

——————–

(Well, does it?)

(Lyrics by Jannie Funster.)