Greetings, whoever-reads-this! One of the bells and whistles of this website--or is it, instead, bells or whistles--is a daily record of the traffic. It doesn't tell me who--I figure that's your business anyhow--but it does tell me how many visits I got over the course of the day.
The above item is something I've had lying around here for several decades. I've lived in this house for over 30 years, and it just may be something which goes back even further. I don't know what they called it back when it was made, but as far as function, it's a sort of mini-bong. A bong one-hitter.
Otherwise, I've got my routines I run through every day. Lumosity, Spelling Bee and Wordle in the morning, and guitar practice and/or exercise in the afternoon. This is the page I'm on for the guitar work. Or one of them, at any rate.
Alas, I must admit, must ‘fess up here: the mini-bong is another of my domestic routines. One I’m less proud of, but still one of the ‘gang’ as it were. Along with the morning coffee, it's part of my morning practices of Spelling Bee, Wordle and Lumosity. And it sometimes works itself around my metronome practices. Sometimes this is to my advantage, sometimes not. The fingers get a good workout either way, so I don't sweat it all that much.
Music news. I got to make some music with other humans this week. It's the first time in quite some time. At least this year.. Harmonica, guitar and percussion was the instrumentation. A nice matinee session, which is something no one can make except for us three. We're the only retirees, the only ones with our days free. Hopefully we'll do more of these 2pm sessions down the road.
I wish everyone who's put in their years was able to retire, with benefits. They'd be a lot happier- but mainly, they'd be able to play music in the afternoon, thus gratifying my desires…
I know it's my age talking(I'll be 71 this year) but matinee jam sessions and matinee gigs are the best, as far as I'm concerned. Before COVID, I used to do a fair amount of assisted living/nursing home gigs, always afternoon hours. But then again, another group of musicians who were all retired.
Not too much else to say here. Still reading The Corner, which is a good 500 pages at least. And still a captivating story about inner-city Baltimore and its drug culture. I lived in Baltimore from 1976 to 1980. I went to school there. And I stayed in a not-so-nice neighborhood, but not nearly as much so as is portrayed in this book. Those 'hoods were there then, of course, but they were far enough across town not to matter.
Anyway. Thanks as ever for stopping in and reading. Much love to you! More later.
