No, I didn’t write a thing yesterday—got up early (consumed three poached hen bombs, and a slice of white toast), then spent the day— outside— polishing TTW’s (Tow-Truck-Wayne) latest towing contraption.
It didn’t strike me as to how beautiful the weather was until around lunch when I took a quick ride to pick up a couple of sandwiches. Oh, I knew it was hot, but the big, black truck parked in front of me blocked the breeze that blew and whipped with abandon around my primary focus.
Breezes and sun have a strong effect on me. I almost just kept driving toward home. I’d recently picked up a couple of patio chairs at a deep discount. While the well-padded rascals were stacked— just outside the garage door— they somehow sent me subliminal messages to get home and sit a spell. I didn’t. I had to finish.
To make matters worse, my dilapidated Bluetooth speaker’s battery gave out right in the middle of Joe Nichol’s beach anthem, “Sunny and 75.” I was waxing to the melody, and then poof, he was gone. Not unlike his disappearance from Country Music stations for a long time. Nichols has some of the smoothest-sounding pipes. No, I didn’t like “Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off” but “Sunny and 75” spoke to me as I like good driving music.
The line, “You’re like the fast lane westbound. You feel like the window’s rolled down, I can’t wait until we get there, somewhere..,” is poetry to my old ears, and it makes me want to pack a small bag and the dog for a trip to somewhere the sun sets directly in front of me.
I digress.
I kicked myself for my lackadaisical recharging regimen. I’ve tried to keep it plugged into an outlet in the truck so it’s always ready for action, but when it slipped into the crumb-littered abyss between the seats during the recent upholstery shampoo excursion, I disconnected it in favor of getting elbows deep into the coffee stain extrication.
These are my first-world problems.
I’d apologize, but I’m not all that sorry. A scribbling mope cannot write every day. Especially if it’s about coffee stains, profoundly tapping my feet while waxing shiny trucks, coffee extrication, and my new leisure time discount patio furniture. But that’s what you get on an easy Sunday morning.
I’m gonna get churched this morning, then it’s off for an oil change on the Toyota at Sammy’s Emporium of Discount Car Care.”
I’m leaning heavily on getting a lobster roll today and then answering the call to the patio chair revival being held on the newly poured patio out back (Thanks to Nick and his crew).
With the ticks and Ellie attending, I will be vigilant in my Pemetherin use while utilizing the ice maker on the fridge. What a magnificent invention that is.
Yup, I ramble. My mind is a busy sieve. Accept my apologies.
Thanks for buying my new book, “Donut Holes for the Soul.” The reviews are strong, and the sales ain’t too bad. Buy five copies for your mother.
May you face west and see the sunset for many more days.
From the Jagged Edge of America, I remain committed to fouling up the Internet with rambling missives and a fiction novel that comes closer to completion as each month passes.
Maybe I’ll make enough for a new speaker.
Be well
TC
June 22, 2025.
*Yes, the ladder is used to polish the stacks, smoke poles, coal throwers, and exhaust delivery devices to the gods
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