The point of this post is mostly to assure my lonely reader that I am in fact alive, and doing well. I have been busy taking care of the things I am supposed to do.

The fact that I get paid to do these things is not the focus. If money were the object I could do much better. I am hoping that will change. But money is not the important thing. I wish it were not an issue at all.

Back when I was much younger, I played the saxophone in the band. I was never the great musical talent, but I held my own. I really enjoyed jammin' in the rehearsals. Live performances brought a rush you have to experience to understand.

I almost feel as if I am approaching a live performance now.

Sometimes I wish I were a poet. Not just any kind of poet. I don't want to paint pretty pictures that remind you of a summer sunrise. I want to make a statement, but I want to couch it in a nice story. I want to write this story in such a way that most folks would say "oh, I get it", but the person that the story is about would cringe and just somehow know that they were the person the story is intended for.

Sorry to say, I am not that kind of a wordsmith. My writing is, at best, straightforward. There is nothing between the lines.

I am prepared to accept that nobody at all reads this blog. I have been tempted to utilize the therapeutic benefit of getting it all on paper. It would feel so good to tell what I know.

Basically, don't push me. I just may out you.

I know I don't act like somebody that plays it safe. I act the fool with shenanigans. I understand the rules and know how to appear wise. I can give you a look that will melt your socks.

But in reality I am actually quite sensitive.

No, quit laughing. It is true.

Funny thing is, the old man hates conflict too. I am hurt to the point of dying, he thinks I am mad, and he hides too.

Not much conflict resolution going on here folks.
We work it out sometime.

Honor your father and mother, and your days will be long upon the earth.

That is the only commandant with a promise. Personally I have accomplished everything in life that I ever hoped, so any day is fine. I ain't really here to diss anybody, though, just maybe give my buds some insight into what made me the eccentric old fool they have grown to know and tolerate.

I have been called upon to give my earliest childhood memory in an Internet love/sharing/kinda fun game. Bad thing is, the very first thing I remember is my dad getting pissed about some thing or other and tearing apart a perfectly innocent rocking chair with his bare hands and feeding it into the wood furnace. The whole ordeal kinda freaked me out because I knew that his mama always sat in that chair when she came over to visit. I don't know where she she sat after that night.

Maybe I can fake something about my tricycle and the sidewalk and make it sound happy. People love that sort of thing.

Hey, it's official, folks. I have a cul de sac named after me. Looky:

No, I can't afford to even pitch a tent there, but hopefully the people who eventually do live there will imagine interesting stories about the historic person whose name is on the sign.

I don't usually use this blog to say anything important, especially regarding my real life. I am still not totally comfortable having people I know read what I write here. I don't put a lot of thought into this blog, and I try not to give it a second thought once I hit publish. If you happen to know me in real life, don't be wasting your time around here. Give me a call or something. Can't a girl get any privacy?

Now that I am alone with me Internet peeps, I do have something important to say to you. We have a good thing going on in this town, and you can be a part of it. I know this great guy who buys fresh coffee beans from the most equitable sources all around the world, roasts them himself, and grinds them up right there on the spot for the best cup of coffee you can imagine. Now, you are really missing out on a treat if you can't make it into the Bald Guy Brew World Headquarters for the total experience, but the good news is that the Bald Guy takes orders online and ships coffee all over the place. You won't be sorry. Head on over to Bald Guy Brew and have a look. Just don't tell him I sent you.