June 13th 2016
As you may recall from previous posts if I see the sun I'm up. Not only did I see the sun, I saw I had a message from the night before.
The lovely Lisa was up and the smell of Jo filled the kitchen with the aroma of morning. There was a short message from a name from the past. Before I could call back my son in law stopped by to see how our trip was. He had a couple of cups of Jo and we caught up on the events of the weekend.
I finally got a minute to return the call from Patty Gibson. Have you ever had that feeling in the pit of your stomach that something is terribly wrong? I got that feeling as soon as I heard her speak. Her attempt at small talk sent shivers down my spine. Thankfully She got right to the point.
"John passed away Saturday" He had brain Cancer. It's been one hell of a year for losing friends and relatives. Mama Mary Murray was killed the week before while crossing the street in a crosswalk.
The point is, John was one of those friends who at one time you were really tight with and over time you drift apart. Life can get in the way. Yet every time we ran into each other we just fell back into our comfort zone. The only time I was sure I'd see him and Barb was at Squatchapalisa.
He also supplied the taped music for our wedding. He could do anything with a computer. I wondered why we didn't see him last year. Funny, I haven't seen him for over a year and already I miss him.
I'll tell you straight up, it kicked me right in the sack!. I had things I should have been doing but my heart wasn't in it. I sat in my office playing sad songs on my guitar and thinking about the people who have been torn out of my life lately and I can't help but feel guilty about still being here. 7 hours on the table, 3 months of recovery and I feel like a new man. Not so for Ronnie, Penny, Mary and now John. I try to use my good fortune and second chance to be a better person. Sometimes I succeed. We all say it but how many of us actually do it? How many of us live each day like it will be our last.How many of us tell the ones we love that we love them. Don't wait till it's too late.
While I was wallowing in a funk that I couldn't shake. The lovely Lisa made an executive decision " Put your pants on we're going to go see Mama Lee" and I knew just like on Star Trek.... Resistance is futile!
I was not happy about this turn of events. I had planned to mope around the house all day. To show my displeasure I put on sweat pants that have a hole in the crotch flip flops and a T shirt with more stains than a crack house mattress! That'll teach her!
Mama Lee is having a hard time right now. She feels like her life is too hard and it's making her sad. We stayed until she lost interest in us and focused on the TV.
We took the Ratdogs to Como Lake for a quick run around.
These were the only 2 pictures I took all day. We were at the lake for less than 10 minutes. They did their business and we took off to Cheap Thrills for some things that Chef Boy R Lisa needed for work. It was now after 5 and I was still wearing my cranky pants! When we got home I made a Squatch Salad and some Octoberwurst with saurkraut. I ate my dinner barely tasting my food.The events in Orlando were horrifying and yet another personal loss left me numb.
Chef Boy R Lisa is up at 2 am for work so by 7 she was ready for bed. I had no interest in sitting here watching the TV so I packed up my guitar and headed over to the Heritage Grill to make some music. I brought my camera and tri pod to tape my set. I was up fourth I played my song Paris solo and dedicated it to the Victims in Orlando. Then I invited the band up for the last 3 songs in my set. I played Can't you see by Marshall Tucker, Love Monkey Blues , an original and a Funky Uptempo cover of House of the Rising Sun. I was feeling pretty good by the time we got off the stage to a nice round of Applause. That's the power of Music! It was at this point I realised that though I set up the camera I never did turn it on. Crap!
That's all I've got
Till next time
Peace out Y'all
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