Life If you wanna see Heaven, brother, here’s your chance Shawshank, August 25, 2021 Good morning, hap hap happy Wednesday. It’s a drizzly day here, and I think it’s supposed to rain all day. Something tells me, that fall is VERY close. Summers are short here. Short and intense. Coffee is brewing and the news is on. I had an ok sleep last night. I think I only woke… Continue Reading
Life Insert theme from Magnum PI here Shawshank, August 24, 2021 Awake. It’s sunny, and wicked windy out. According to my phone they lifted the thunderstorm watch about 3am. I had an ok sleep. Up about the same time when my left knee decided to lock up. Always fun. Someday I’ll tell you of the time I took an arrow to the knee. It’s back to… Continue Reading
Life Without somebody nothing ain’t worth a dime Shawshank, August 23, 2021 Good morning! It’s a crisp 7 beaver units outside this gray morning. it’s supposed to get slightly warmer today. I was hoping for the sun to be out this morning. But alas, earwax. It’s not bright and sunny. So that means it’s a perfect day to do a little bit of absolutely nothing. And that’s… Continue Reading
Life All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow Shawshank, August 22, 2021 So my aunt and her friend made it here just fine late Friday night. So I went over to Shady Acres around 12:30ish to help with the dinner preparation. My mom was making a full Thanksgiving dinner. Once the prep was done we went “downtown” so my aunt could check out the one store that… Continue Reading
Life I would have bled and cried for all the years Shawshank, August 21, 2021 The sun is out. The sun is out. It’s a little breezy, but the sun is shining and I can here a bird chirping. It’s the one day this week that it’s supposed to be somewhat sunny – the news says it’s because of the football game today. My aunt made it into TinyTown around… Continue Reading
Life Don’t the hours grow shorter as the days go by? Shawshank, August 20, 2021 It’s raining. But that doesn’t matter, because today is Friyay – the Rex Manning day of the week. If Friday was a car, it would be an El Camino. Cool, yet able to carry stuff in the back. Kind of like a mullet. Form and function. The coffee is brewing, and I’m wearing a toque.… Continue Reading