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Rain, Rain and More Rain

Ok, so it’s only been two days or so of rain. But there are areas in Central Florida that still have high water from Hurricane Irma. I realize we’re in much better shape than Texas and Puerto Rico but it still isn’t easy.

So here’s a video just because I want to…

Peace,
B

EDIT:  It’s now 1210 EDT and Wifey® informs me the sun is out! Guess this little post did its job! (As if I could influence the weather.)

Not Exactly A Useless Post

As I mentioned on my social media yesterday, my older brother and I have been texting about music. Single artists, bands you name it. We somehow ended up on women vocalists, and one of my all-time favorites, Linda Ronstadt, I had posters of her on my bedroom walls as a teenager. (Along with Anne & Nancy Wilson of Heart).

Then while browsing through YouTube I found this video of Linda and her first band The Stone Ponys.

After reading the Stone Ponys Wikipedia page I learned that “Different Drum” was written by Michael Nesmith before he became a Monkee.

Micheal was always my favorite Monkee. I watched the show every chance I got. Not only was the humor perfect for an 8-year-old, I really enjoyed the music too. It was later in life when I went back and listened to their music that realized that Micheal’s music was far better than the polished pop songs they also sang. Now those pop songs were written by some of the finest songwriters of the early sixties. Carol King & Gerry Goffin to name but two.

But it was Michael’s rawer edge that stood out to me. Plus the fact on most of his songs, he insisted that the Monkees actually played on the recordings and just not studio musicians (although they made extensive use of studio musicians on every recording).

A few interesting notes about The Monkees. Stephen Stills (of Crosby, Stills, Nash with or without Young fame) auditioned but didn’t make the cut. He did, however, recommend his friend Peter Tork to be auditioned.  Peter was the only band member other than Michael that could actually play an instrument.  The reason Michael wore a wool hat? It kept his hair out of his eyes while riding his motorcycle. And Michael’s mother invented what was later marketed as “Liquid Paper”.

So here is my favorite Monkee song of Michael’s. The video sucks, sorry. But you get two renditions of the song. The first part, take care to watch the studio musicians listed. The late Glenn Campbell is playing backup for The Monkees! Michael is producing this version, which was used on the show over the version produced by Don Kirschner.

Hope you enjoy it! Leave a comment or two, please.

Peace,
B

More End-Of-The-World Craziness

This morning over on Twitter (@beachdaze if you want to follow me), Emily Miller (@emmillerwrites to follow her) of RNS (@RNS to follow them) posted the daily Slingshot. It’s a short roundup on interesting religious articles. I usually find at least one, if not more articles that I find  more than amusing.  Today’s was about Nibiru or Planet X as it’s been called.  Supposedly this “Planet X” is going to collide with earth on September 23, 2017. Yes friends, we have but days, no, just hours to live! Why were we not informed of this earlier? Surely NASA (more likely Elon Musk) could have come up with a rocket to whisk at least a remnant of humanity away to safety.

But no. And why? Because it’s all BS anyway.  David Meade, the crackpot behind all this is using numerology to decipher the dates.  Numerology? And the number 33 specifically. I just can’t make this up!

Read the entire article here.  Make up your own mind. I’m pretty sure come September 24th, around 5:30PM, I’ll be opening a craft beer as usual. Feel free to join me.

And of course there’s a video for you too.

Peace,
B

Nothing To Say…

I have nothing to say today other than we finally had power restored last night, one week after Hurricane Irma hit.

So I figured I’d post a video for the way I’m feeling.. although I’m way past 45…

Peace,
B

Days Without Power….

Our local power company, FP&L expects to have the power back on NLT 2345 hrs, 17 September (that’s 11:45 PM, Sunday September 17 for those non-military types). That’s 5 days away..  Please send gasoline for the generator and craftbeer to keep me sane….

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I can shower with only the light from a flashlight, or even in the dark, but I’m not going to shave in those conditions. Not to mention that “No power = No CPAP = No sleep”. My co-workers are going to hate me.

Here’s a video to enjoy.

Peace,
B

Wonder Woman (And No Not The Movie)

(Or How We Spent Our Labor Day Weekend)

If you read my Home Repair as Therapy post, you have the beginning of the story. This weekend Wifey® and I put down the flooring. I estimate we put down about 1000 square feet in all. We did two rooms and the hallway over the three days. Plus I took the Friday before off to finish up the prep work for the first room and take the all the carpet and tack we pulled up to the dump. It was a lot of work, but it was a smart decision to do it on Friday.

The adhesive we put down was a very bright blue.  I asked my granddaughters if they could guess how many Smurfs I had to squeeze to get that much Smurf Juice.  The 8-year-old replied, “Papa how could you squeeze a Smurf? They’re not real. They’re fictional!”  Smart kid she is…

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The Great Smurf Bloodletting

Saturday morning Wifey® was not doing well.  She had some kind of stomach bug going and had been up on and off since 3AM. Never the less she was right there with me laying out the flooring in the living room.  It took us about four hours to do the room, about 370 square feet.  The hardest part was the cutting, I think I went through 15 blades in my razor. So I spent most of Saturday on my hands and knees cutting and placing the flooring.

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Living Room Floor

Having already had surgery on my left wrist it was very uncomfortable. And even with knee pads, my knees were quite sore. After the floor was in, we moved the furniture from the dining room into the living room, where Wifey® showed off her Tetris skills.

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Two Rooms In One

We were most pleasantly surprised when Wifey’s® brother stopped by and invited out to dinner, his treat. There was no way either of us had the energy or the will power to cook that evening. So son #2 prepped the living room floor for us and off to dinner we all went.

Sunday morning found us quite stiff and sore, but in better condition than expected. I made us a nice breakfast of sausage gravy and biscuits, which we enjoyed thoroughly, so we got started a little later.

Wifey® was feeling much better, so all I really had to do was the cutting. She did most of the actual placing of the flooring. Again about four hours to lay in the floor for the dining room, about 350 square feet. Son #1 came by after work and helped us move all the furniture back to at least close to their intended locations. We had planned a cookout for Sunday (beer can chickens, YUM!), which son #2 cooked perfectly.  So we stopped around 4PM leaving only the hallway left for Monday.

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Dining Room

So Monday rolls around. And if we thought we were achy and sore on Sunday, this was worse.  Without a doubt this was the worst leg workout I’ve ever done. But all we had left to do was the hallway.  Should be quick and easy we said. It’s the smallest area, so it shouldn’t take long. We’ll be done and time for a relaxing dinner and some TV.

Nope! We didn’t take into account all the cutting around all the bedroom, bathroom, A/C and linen closets. We made sure to eat a good breakfast on Monday (more of the wonderful biscuits and gravy, I even added two fried eggs on top of mine). It was close to 7:30PM by the time we finished up. Since we had to trim pieced on both sides of the hallway, it really was the hardest part of the entire weekend. But it really looks good. And we can say “We did it ourselves”.

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The Hallway

There is still much work to be done.  All four bedrooms still to be done. Then painting (inside and out) and putting the quarter round molding down. And the kitchen floor tile needs to be replaced. (No pictures of that mess). Not to mention all the stuff that’s been piled in places that it doesn’t belong (like the china and glassware) needs to go back.

Which brings me to Wonder Woman. When I was growing up I wanted to be a pro baseball player. My dad took a baseball drilled a hole through it and then threaded a rope through the hole and secured it. Someone could then swing the ball around while another person could take swings at it to practice hitting. Since I came along quite late in my parents lives and my dad had bad emphysema (smoking kills), he was not really able to practice with me. My mother refused to. She would say “I use my hands to make a living, I can’t hurt them like that”. She was a bookkeeper/secretary. Meanwhile, Wifey® spent the entire three-day weekend doing manual labor.  She too is a secretary. yet she loves to get in there and work with her hands. She cut several small pieces of tile (but at 4′ 9″ she just doesn’t have the upper body strength to do a lot of the cutting). Hell, I was damn near wiped out at every quitting time, and my hands are still very still from holding the razor while holding the flooring piece in place so it wouldn’t move and I could get a nice straight cut.

Not only did she work while sick on Saturday,as well  as the rest of the weekend, she also managed to get the laundry done AND all the dishes all weekend long. Now that is a definition of Wonder Woman.  Love ya Babe!

All in all, it’s looks damn good for a legal secretary and a computer geek!

Peace,
B

Never Mind….

(With apologies to Three Dog Night)

Last night I had a great idea for a post. But after about two minutes of writing it had already turned into something I couldn’t control. It was nowhere near what had intended. Not only had the train become derailed, it crashed and burned. There were no survivors. But since I have completely forgotten where my post was headed (much less where it came from), I deleted it. So now, after a very busy morning at work, all I have left is the video that was supposed to tie in with the original title.

So here it is, “I’ve Never Been To Spain” by Three Dog Night…

Peace,
B

Now I bet you’re wondering just what the hell was I going to post to tie into this song???

Random News…

Just three “Today in History” things I’ve picked from my Twitter feed (@beachdaze) today.

Gene Wilder passed away one year ago. Most you, of course will always remember him as “Willy Wonka”, but believe it or not I have never watched that movie (either version with Gene or Johnny Depp).  For me, one of my favorite movies of his is “Blazing Saddles” as “Jim” the gunslinger.

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But my favorite has to be “Young Frankenstein” where he has the title role of Dr. Frederick Frankenstein.  Not surprisingly, both are Mel Brooks movies.  Seen here with the great Peter Boyle as “The Monster”.

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Also today would have been The King of Pop, Michael Jackson’s 59th birthday.  I couldn’t decide which was my favorite video of his, but in the end I went with “Man In The Mirror”. Just due to its message. It’s not as flashy as some of his other big videos like “Thriller” or “Beat It”, but it has a better message.

 

And finally, Netflix premiered 20 years ago today. Twenty years of people binge watching entire seasons in a single sitting.  I think all I’ve seen on it was the BBC’s “Sherlock”.  TV is not my “thing”…

Peace,
B

P.S.  I almost forgot this gem:

https://www.pushtrumpoffacliffagain.com/

B

Gym Observations

(Warning: This may be considered as sexist by some folks.  Too bad.)

In an effort to get a bit healthier, Wifey® and I have joined a gym. Well actually Planet Fitness (some do not consider this a real gym).  But it works for us, and there are many well-defined men and women that use this facility.  Some of these gentlemen are rather large and appear to have been working out for quite some time. They lift enormous amounts of weights (at least compared to me).  Some are quite “cut” as if they are preparing for a body building competition, other are just massive.

The other night there were of two of these “massive” gentlemen standing in the middle of the gym, blocking access to several machines talking about their tattoos.  But were heavily inked. But the funny thing about it was they were pointing to specific tats and saying how much this one hurt more than this other one. It was like they were trying to one up each other; “my tat hurt worse than your tat”.  This went on for a good twenty minutes. With people trying to move around them to use the equipment the whole time.

Then there are the ladies. They are several young ladies that are quite fit. I know they can out lift me, out sit-up me, basically just out do me. Period. I am amazed. And a bit humiliated.

But that’s not what I want to talk about.  It’s the old men, and by that I mean older than me (and I’m damn near 60).  These guys, which I’m sure are there “on advice of their doctors”, do nothing more than stand around and stare at these ladies. I don’t entirely blame them, some of these ladies (all young enough to be my daughters, so maybe these old farts grand daughters) are quite attractive. Any one of them could be a model in any fashion magazine. But to just stare and gawk is not helpful in any way.

I’m sure these ladies don’t mind nearly as much the attention of the younger, more “buff” men in the gym, but the unwarranted voyeurism of these men is downright disrespectful.  Now I’m not saying I don’t look at them either, I am a human male after all (even if I do have “low T”). But I try to give them the respect I would expect if I wasn’t a fat old man (with nice hair). Even Wifey® admits she “checks out” the young studs and “wonders how old that one is” (again, young enough to be your son dear).

Of course there are various reason folks go to the gym. Some its health reasons (doctors do quite frequently advise patients to get more exercise), some to lose weight, others to improve their body image (body physically and mentally).  But if the main reason you’re paying your monthly membership is to ogle the women, go to a strip club. You have more to see and the drinks are better.

Peace,
B

News You Can Use… No Not Really

Found this interesting headline yesterday; ‘Truck With 20 Tons Of Nutella And Chocolate Vanishes; Police Hunt For Semi’s Sweets”.  I thought it very clever, so I had to read the article. This link is from NPR, I also saw that AP picked it up, but I’ve misplaced that link. My favorite quote from the article;

“Anyone offered large quantities [of chocolate] via unconventional channels should report it to the police immediately.”

I can imagine some shady character standing on a dimly lit street corner saying to passerby’s; “Psst.. Buddy wanna buy a kilo or two of Nutella? It’s fresh, never been stepped on. You know you do.  Come on give it a try, the first one’s free!”

But then maybe growing up in Miami in the 60’s and 70’s has warped my perceptions a bit.


I’ve been looking for some more light-hearted news, but with all that’s been going on as of late, they’re hard to come by.  So I’ll leave you with this video, hopefully it will bring a smile to your face.

Peace,
B