A little ditty

Joplin has a little secret in May's Drug Warehouse on 7th Street. They have a lot of really cheap stuff, the greatest liquor deals in town and the best Muzac in Joplin. Seriously it is really wild. Not only are the tunes diverse but the volume is pumped up. Somebody really cares about music there. Now I'm told that sometimes it is country but I have yet to hear any. Today when I walked in Pete Shelley's "Homosapien" was playing! Pete Shelley in a Joplin retail business? That was followed by Terrence Trent D'Arby's "Wishing Well" which is surprisingly refreshing after all these years. Following that, Prince "Delirious" and The Fixx "Secret Seperation". Yes I was there for a while. The thing about Mays is that it has all this stuff kind of randomly placed everywhere and there is hardly ever more than two other customers. It reminds me of an old Ben Franklin or Skaggs store. Just a little of everything, everywhere. I find it strangely comforting.

I have this love/hate relationship with my house right now. I love my house, but sometimes I just want to put off coming home. Such is the lonely life I lead right now. I know what is going to happen when I get home because I'm in charge and that means I get my way, no surprises. Well no surprises is boring sometimes.

I do try to mix it up sometimes. I dance for my cat and she either approves or runs and hides. I read in the tub. I manically clean a part of the house. I sit outside and offer my flesh for the insects, which they greedily indulge in. I cook enough food for a family.

Last week I had my nephew Gabriel for four days. I was thinking it would cramp my style to have a seven year old around the house all the time, but to the contrary it was quite agreeable. We had a great time. I high-lighted his hair, which he was very patient with, and it looks awesome. I will post a pic soon. I taught him chess, which I'm not sure he is overly enthused about, but we did play four games of it. I read to him and he read to me. He built cool stuff with Legos, Lincoln Logs (their small, their awesome, their wood), and Tinker Toys (god I love all of those toys, I play with them when he isn't here) He made balsa wood dinosaurs. It was great. After he went to bed I still got a little me time and it was just enough.

So there is a blog of no real value but a little something. I have got to get back into the habit. It is good for me.

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The banality of modern communication.
Censorship examined.
A New Writer's Group
How You Can Change America
AND
How I grew up and quit worrying about the end of days.

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