I really don’t have much to say today. But as I haven’t posted anything in a while, I thought I’d say it anyway.
The weather around here is simply stunning. After spending a couple of weeks back in the home country of Illinois, I appreciate this place all the more. We have . . . Well, lots.
The farm across the way is expanding. They breed, raise and train racehorses and champion cattle. Mules, too, once in a while. Yesterday they brought in some bulldozers and other stuff. I have no idea what they’re up to, but it’ll emerge. This is good as it represents a capital investment.
One of the cats got loose yesterday. Sweetpea climbed over the edge of the upper deck and landed on the deck below. Jo happened to be close by and saw her go over. I came down here to the office and let her in. She’s none the worse for wear.
I’ve been tending the lawn and garden more this year than ever before. This is because Jo and I have reached an understanding: I’ll go out when I feel like it and do what I feel like doing and Jo will keep her tongue in her face. I don’t like being prompted and hectored.
The old Camry did us proud. She has over 280,000 miles on the odometer. She used but 1.5 quarts of oil on our vacation of some 5,000 miles. Inside and out, she looks a quarter her age. On said trip, we measured the mileage on slow roads (>65 mph) with the AC off kept off; she got 35 mpg. But a headlight burnt out yesterday, so it’s off to the parts store. I may as well get a new wiper blade while I’m there.
My boss from the Santa gig called on the 4th of July, as is his yearly custom. I told him that, yes, I’ll be playing the Jolly Olde Elf again in 2013. The boss went on to say he had something else he wanted to talk to me about but it’d be a couple of weeks yet. Wonder what it is? Maybe it’s an overseas assignment. Japan has been known to pay old, fat, dudes with white beards upwards of $30,000 to play a six-week gig. I have my name on the lists of several agencies.
Our good friend, E, is coming by for dinner in a couple of hours. I’d better vacuum the rug and dust the furniture.
Oh, and here comes Sweatpea to interrupt. Guess I’d better get going.