Blog I Must

How does one blog without much of anything meaningful to say?  I do not know, but it has not stopped me in my previous 768 posts. I mostly drown out the exhortations of #1 when I have not posted for a while. I’m more prone to write when I get the nudge from JB. But when Dr. Joe says to blog, I blog. I hope I can give him a quick chuckle in these dark days when his peers at CDC are being driven out. He sent me the article below, about Neil Young’s latest protest song. Young has been at it for decades. Joe and I used to crank up American Stars 'n Bars among his other albums during our days on Cleveland Ave. in Binghamton. This weekend the wife and I saw our bud The Poughkeepsie Kid and his band play Ohio up in Santa Rosa.  It still holds up.

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We took the overnight trip to Santa Rosa with Unc and Mashie in their new Hyundai EV. We also went to Tahoe in it for several days at the abode of TCG and Katie. We had big fun, even if it rained and hailed during our boat trip.  The bimini came in particularly handy. Unc and I agreed that it would be best for us not to hang out for a few months after the double dip socializing. We did fall in love with their car and it looks like we are going to go to the dealership to get our own.  A $7500 rebate - if still available – and an HOV sticker will make for an easy decision.  We will ship my wife’s Subaru off to SB1 and LGMG, which will make transporting the babies a little easier.

I’m trying, but failing, to keep my news intake limited.  I was happy to see that a court shot down Trump’s tariffs. I’m not sure that anything is going to change, but I can dream. The big news recently is that Trump had not been seen until this weekend after Tuesday’s Dear Leader cabinet meeting.  Luminaries such as Nick Fuentes and Alex Jones are up in arms about the state of Trump’s health, but I still see a tangerine glow. If he does shuffle off this mortal coil, I have a strange hope that Vance will revert to his 2016 stance on Trump, reverse some of his more nauseating policies, and get rid of gargoyles like RFK Jr. and ICE Barbie.

It is a new month and time for more activity. We have dinner with The Hotelier and Janet tonight at #1’s house, our first Valkyries game Thursday and driveway cocktails Saturday. Next week we take a couple of the younger Wigs out to dinner at La Ciccia. If you haven’t been there, rectify that oversight. The Wig just sent me a couple pics of him with his three siblings, all looking hale and hearty.  I hope to see my bud during my baby tending and cooking duties in DC, which will probably come after our 10-day Utah national park tour later this month with The Hotelier and Janet. We finish that off in Vegas, where we will see The Wizard of Oz at the Sphere and enjoy a few tasty, overpriced meals.

For some reason, I’ve saved this blurb from Yvonne Elliman’s Wikipedia page.

On August 16, 2017, Elliman was slated to sing for a Catholic school charity in Guam when she was stopped by customs for possession of marijuana and methamphetamine.

I’ve done my share of charity activities for my kids’ Catholic high schools. I always told myself “don’t bring the reefer, don’t bring the meth”

There’s been an uproar over the cover of Sabrina Carpenter’s new album, but she’s telling people to chill out. This got me thinking about the hundreds of names that have been assigned to music genres. I’ve decided to coin lingerie pop for her music.  I googled that and found nothing on the first page of results, so I’m claiming it.  It will go into the pantheon of my favorite genres, including yacht rock, country rock, glam metal, speed metal, and death metal. I don’t care for Christian metal however, as it confuses me.