Galveston Mardis Gras

Many Apologies

For everyone that has slept with me, near me, around the block from me or in the same neighborhood as me, I offer my sincere apologies. I had no idea. I don't know why it never occurred to me, nor why I have never been startled to my feet at night, but I have digital information that has changed my perspective.

I bought a recorder and set it up to document my sleep habits. Six hours later I had evidence that my sleep was far from silent or peaceful. Snores and snorts and flapping lips galore. I had considered doing a time lapse video of a sleep session, but now I am too afraid.

Sometimes

Sometimes a baloney sammich doesn't do it. So I had a second one. Not really much difference between the two. I made them both. The second felt more like an extension of the first. It somehow made it seem that the first sammich was one really big sammich and the second sammich never began. I suppose that is where the problem lies. Yeah, my brain knows I ate two of them but the body suspects it was only one that didn't end on schedule. Either way I choose to look at it, one thing is certain, I'm full, and it just happens to be baloney.

Enjoy your day.

Just A Couple Of Quickies

I've been pretty busy in a non-connected piece of America. Cell coverage is spotty to nonexistent, and I drive 20 minutes at 60 mph to get to a small grocery store for belly supplies. Sometimes I get my text messages the next day or occasionally 4-8 hours after they've been sent. Photos by phone is any one's guess. Lately my wireless Internet just turns off for 5 minutes every once in a while freezing up my screen and communications. When the technology fails, the ocean calls. I walk and plant myself in front of the continuous approach of the gulf's fringe under a sky brilliantly ablaze with stars I am just meeting for the first time. A dog still barks, but under the tones of coercive waves, the urgency dissolves, and the dog is OK with that. Me too.

In the grocery store I was listening to a local sing to his buddy with much glee. The happiness of the event captured me and I stole a closer listen. I didn't understand the words at first since they were being filtered through a set of missing teeth and a thick Texas cowboy twang, but the tune rose above the fractured notes and I recognized one of my favorites. I was surprised and pleased to know that the Spaghetti-O song still shared popularity amongst the happy time shoppers. This guy was even doing motions to the song. Nice interpretive dance! I hope I am that happy one day when my teeth fall out and I serenade a buddy with catchy jingles at a store!

A cat gave me a head nod today. In my world that means a bet has just been placed for a dollar. I nodded back not knowing what it was we were betting on but I figured, one, it was only for a dollar, and two, the cat didn't know where to find me if it needed to collect. On the other hand if I won, how could I take a buck from a cat anyway? Boy will my face be red if the cat had some kind of condition and wasn't betting me at all!