Dreams

I know a lot of people debate about the meaning of dreams. A lot of people cannot remember what they dream. Some dreams are in color, some are in black and white. Some are frightening, some are enlightening. Some have sounds, some don't.

But what happens if you are dreaming, and its only sounds?

I was dreaming this morning, and it was only music.

Lovely music

that I had never heard before.

So lovely that I wanted to stay asleep to hear the end of it.

What does this mean?

Troubador

Thursday 13

1. Bought an elliptical machine to get fit on, brought it home and assembled it on Sunday.

2. Discovered that the electronics are not working on the elliptical and have called the factory.
As of today we are still waiting to hear back

3. Got a hair cut last night because it was driving me crazy. My regular barber was not there. Big mistake.

4. Went to chorus rehearsal on Tuesday. We are practicing for the international contest. My hero was there. He can still raise goosebumps on my arms with his music

5. We used the company backhoe to yank the bushes out of the front yard of the weekend. Now there are weird dead spots in the grass where it sat.

6. My son has completed his carpentry classes and now is doing web page design classes. He will be 13. He is already better than I am at both things.

7. I will be in the office by myself most of next week. Any of my female readers who want to make obscene phone calls or send me tokens of their devotions, that would be a good time.

8. The dog woke me up the morning, gagging in the living room. I was afraid she was having another seizure, so I literally exploded out of bed. Guess who could not get back to sleep?....4 am is a rotten time to get up

9. Decided to add Thursday 13, you know, get caught up with the times. Am I cool or what now?

10. Took my son to taco bell after haircuts last night. Thought I was being smart by ordering the 10 pack instead of 2 combos. J told me that he was starving when we ordered. Guess who only ate 3? I had to pitch 3 of them . He can be a nerd sometimes.

11. Recorded quartet practice this weekend. We have a lot to do yet, but there are some flashes of brilliance now and then. World Tour, here we come.

12. Ran into a child hood friend of mine that I haven’t seen for 25 years. What is amazing is that he has the same distinctive mannerisms that he had when he was 15.

13. Decided that I have had enough of pulling the riser trailer for the chorus. It makes a hobby into a job.

Not bad for the first time

Wildlife

Believe it or not, there are some wildlife photo opps here in Southern Ohio. My uncle tipped us off about the fawn as we ate breakfast on Fathers Day. It was laying in his front yard. I just pulled off the road and my wife jumped out and shot a couple dozen pics. This one is my favorite.










We also have some bunnies living in our back yard. My son took this one .




















There is also a chipmunk digging tunnels under my concrete patio in back that seems to be making it cave in. I might have to resort to drastic measures with him.

Peace

Buried Treasure

At one time or another I know that I have mentioned that I have a son and a daughter. He is almost 13 and she is 9. K wants desperately to do all of the things that J can, which is normal between siblings.

A day or so ago, they were spending the day at my mother's house, and my father had sent some of the men from our company over to remove a section of old concrete near the garage. J was in his glory, because he was working with the men around equipment like a Bobcat and a backhoe. K was driving him crazy because she and her two little girlfriends all had their own shovels, and wherever J would try to dig, there they were. Finally in a fit of aggravation, he told the three girls to go dig next to the house, which suprisingly they did.

I don't know if you were like this when you were a kid, but whenever you got the chance to dig a hole somewhere, there was always going to be buried treasure or a fossil or something right where you dug.

About 10 minutes after she and her friends got started, K came flying around the side of the house and breathlessly told Grandma that they had dug up some Indian pottery. Grandma, who had her hands in the dish water, told K to bring a piece in so she could see. A couple of minutes go by, and K walks in with a reddish peice of "Indian Pottery" that was shaped suspiciously like the terra cotta downspout tiles that are burried down the side of the house.....

We still havent decided how we are going to break the news to Grandpa that he is sitting on a major archeological find....

Foxy

I was driving to meet a subcontractor yesterday and passed by a field located just on the edge of town. Right in the middle of the field, there were four fox kits playing like they hadn't a care in the world.

I nearly drove off the road. I have lived in this town for forty years, and spent a lot of time in the surrounding woods. I have never seen one fox. Today I see four, and they were babies. By the time I got the truck turned around and the camera out, they were gone, so you will have to take my word for it.

But it makes me wonder, were those kits out in the field by chance, or had the building boom crowded them out?

I am not one of the environmentalist zealots, per se. We all have to have a place to live. But I ask myself every day, "do we really need another subdivision of cookie cutter houses?" Really, how many lawyers, doctors and engineers are there? I live in a blue collar community. The number of $250k house that are being put up daily baffles me. Maybe these people buy these houses, and go without furniture. I dunno. I miss the rural flavor that this community had not that many years ago. When I was a boy, "going out in the country" meant getting in the car and driving 10 minutes. Now, in 10 minutes I can be on the interstate connector, or have my choice of 2 Walmarts, a Lowes, Home Depot, Meijers, 3 Kroger, 3 McDonalds, 2 Burger King, @ Applebees, and at least 22 chain drug store outlets. There is one intersection that has a drugstore on 3 of the four corners, the other corner is a BP.

This is not progress.

When I was in high school, I was in the running to be named a person that would live in my hometown my whole life. That may change.

Peace

The Troll

I ran into a real live troll today.

Her husband has been a customer of ours for a long time. They got married just recently, and I had never met her. Husband called and wanted me to go to measure for some renovations in his bathroom. He also asked for some fixture catalogs that I took with me.

She opens the door when I get there, and says “S wants you to call him.” I said, “Hello I am B. S wanted these catalogs that I brought.” She took them and tossed them in a pile on a nearby table. She led me upstairs to the bathroom, and said “He wants to put the cabinets there; this is Natalie the cleaning lady.” And she walked away. So I started taking some measurements. I turned around and there stood the most adorable little girl I have seen in a long time. She had long brown hair and big blue eyes. She was beautiful. The troll walked in behind her. I said “I have not met your daughter before, she is beautiful”. The troll said “yep, here is a catalog that S wanted you to see.” She walked out again. So I called S and talked about what he wanted to do.

Natalie walks up to me a little later, and said, “Did you need to talk to G?” I said, “no, why? Well, she left.”

I guess that the troll did not have time to spend with any of the “little people”.

The part that bothers me worse is that she treated that beautiful little girl like she was an inconvenience. You get that gut feeling sometimes that if the little girl messed up or spilled something that the punishments might get extravagant.

Sigh