Still jumping. In place, mostly.
Someone should do one of these rap battle style brags about being a junker. Seriously.
Big sale at the Peddlers Mall today.
Saturday, June 23, 2018
Saturday, June 16, 2018
Retro Y'all
Been doing a lot of jumping lately, but feel I don't have much to show for it. Oh well.
At least I'm still getting my clothes on the right way. Seriously, was that not the stupidest gimmick ever?
Comic shop sale today.
JUMP! JUMP!
At least I'm still getting my clothes on the right way. Seriously, was that not the stupidest gimmick ever?
Comic shop sale today.
JUMP! JUMP!
Monday, June 11, 2018
Not quite a ramble, yet not quite a post
I am seriously trying to get back in the groove here. I have things I want to say, even if no one is left to read them. I am committing to blog every day this week. How about them apples?
Last week was our junk set out week, but the trucks seem to be running behind. Our street and the ones around us have not been cleared yet. That means two things. First, I still got some hunting to do. Second, I've got a chance to clear a few things out of the shed really quickly. Yay on both counts!
That also means I'm being quick and brief here.
Our washing machine gave up the ghost recently. It was almost 20 years old, so it's not surprising. The new one finally arrived yesterday. So I am also doing laundry.
Sales suck right now. Didn't even go to my absolute favorite church sale on Saturday. I will, however, be going to the Comic Con in Frankfort next month.
Tucker and I are bachelors this week. Keith is out of town for job training in Owensboro. I am seeing cartoons and pizza in our future.
I have some pics to share, but I got a new phone last month and I just realized I don't have Dropbox on it yet. Getting ready to rectify that.
We went to see John Prine over the weekend. It was an awesome show, as always. The opener was a 'young man who was new to me, Colter Wall. He's got to be the oldest musical soul I've heard since Gillian Welch. Like her, he creates this traditional-sounding music, with an overlay of gothic, ethereal, haunting sadness. Imagine Woody Guthrie and Marty Robbins mixed together and interpreted by the titular riders from "Ghost Riders in the Sky" and you kind of get the idea. Of course, I loved him. And, of course, he's your Music for Monday. Enjoy.
I'll have more to say about the concert tomorrow.
Last week was our junk set out week, but the trucks seem to be running behind. Our street and the ones around us have not been cleared yet. That means two things. First, I still got some hunting to do. Second, I've got a chance to clear a few things out of the shed really quickly. Yay on both counts!
That also means I'm being quick and brief here.
Our washing machine gave up the ghost recently. It was almost 20 years old, so it's not surprising. The new one finally arrived yesterday. So I am also doing laundry.
Sales suck right now. Didn't even go to my absolute favorite church sale on Saturday. I will, however, be going to the Comic Con in Frankfort next month.
Tucker and I are bachelors this week. Keith is out of town for job training in Owensboro. I am seeing cartoons and pizza in our future.
I have some pics to share, but I got a new phone last month and I just realized I don't have Dropbox on it yet. Getting ready to rectify that.
We went to see John Prine over the weekend. It was an awesome show, as always. The opener was a 'young man who was new to me, Colter Wall. He's got to be the oldest musical soul I've heard since Gillian Welch. Like her, he creates this traditional-sounding music, with an overlay of gothic, ethereal, haunting sadness. Imagine Woody Guthrie and Marty Robbins mixed together and interpreted by the titular riders from "Ghost Riders in the Sky" and you kind of get the idea. Of course, I loved him. And, of course, he's your Music for Monday. Enjoy.
I'll have more to say about the concert tomorrow.
Saturday, June 09, 2018
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