Wrinkle In Time

Well hello again,
and welcome to the next phase of my blog...my old site having become a casualty of the socio-economogeddon we currently find ourselves waking up to every day. God help the small businessman and woman, and i say that with no sarcasm whatsoever.
anyway i hope you will bear with me as i learn the tweaks and twonks of THIS site...so far i can see that it still involves typing, which came as a great relief to me. new skills are not completely out of reach at my age, but they are a little more hard won all the time. let's just say that i am really astounded that i figured out, on my own, how to use the automatic needle threader on my new scarily lightweight sewing machine from Walmart. and just in time, too, since i probably hear better than i can see now. that is not to say that i am legally (or even illegally) blind, so as long as i can still read what i type i shall continue to hammer away. lucky for YOU.
it's a very hot Sunday afternoon and all is quiet as a coma around here. we had a really busy weekend. Friday we went to a baseball game; the Colorado Rockies lost to the San Francisco Giants. i ate a brautwurst and shelled about 12 lbs of peanuts; the evening air was soft, silky and mosquito free. there was a lovely peach colored sunset and a men's chorus (Marked Men For Christ) sang the national anthem. it was very Norman Rockwell. there was even a pinch hitter, Seth Smith, who nearly saved the day...but no.
saturday i woke up cranky with a headache (probably from the salt on the peanuts) and realized that we had to pull ourselves together for a house gig that night. "pull ourselves together" means drag all manner of instruments and PA out of the basement, make sure it all works, and throw it in the van in a more or less organized manner. additionally, set lists need prepared, light rehearsal needs to happen...i was not initially in the mood for any of it. for somebody who likes to play as much as i do...it is curious how much i really dislike the preparations. but let me say in my own defense that the two are not at all alike. playing music is fun. packing is a giant pain in a private place. there you are.
by the time we were done rehearsing etc. there was enough time to hit the shower, put on a dress and get in the van. the house gig turned out to be completely enjoyable; we played for a small party of about 25 people and two lovely Belgian sheherds (dogs), had lovely barbecue, sold a few CD's and were home by 11:00. THEN we were up at 6:00 this morning to play two services at church. so now you understand why it is now very quiet around the house. we have been napping. in fact that is precisely what i was doing until i got up to start this here blog.
in the future i shall figure out how to invite all the same people back who were reading before...i'm sure some of you are scratching your heads trying to figure out how you were singled out for this distinction...but you know me, i just like to be on the radar occasionally. The Lord gave me alot more words than I can use in my lifetime without an outlet like this. hopefully every hundredth one will be worth a cent...and maybe in my lifetime i'll get to say something golden (although i'm sure if that happens i'll just be speaking for someone else).
in any case, welcome and blessings. nice knowin ya. be well and be kind. more soon...