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Okay, it’s true. I basically bother to wake up so I can take a nap later.

Pandemic administrative leave or not hasn’t changed any of that. In fact, I seem more tired than usual as I slept my ass off for 10 and 1/2 hours for three days in a row this week. Mind you, I still took my 4ish nap each day. It’s time to catch up on, oh, 55 years of working.

I’ve remembered lying on my bed at Gettysburg College during soft afternoons. Bill Beers, my roommate, and I loved to play Gordon Lightfoot and let him sing about nature and love. Those college days were filled with imagination, study, rest and fun and I was just the guy to do it! It never felt like work. Softly She Comes, by Lightfoot, was a great college guy’s fantasy, but this one was my favorite…..https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NWqK4ecpsn0…

 

(do yourself a favor and listen)

When I played on stage in NYC, I usually started my sets with, In the Early Morning Rain, Lightfoot style. Of course, I didn’t leave out, Don’t Bogart that Joint or One two three What are we Fighting For? And others like .Why Can’t We Live as Three? or Down by the River….but Lightfoot’s romantic take on his music gave rest to a turbulent time back in the 1970’s and I liked that. I didn’t know then I’d move to Gainesville, Florida.

Oh the things we didn’t know, right?

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Here, I met, Linda. She was a gal who had lived with Gordon Lightfoot in Canada for about two years, I believe, before she left him over his drinking and came to Gainesivlle. It blew my mind to meet her and hear about an idol of mine first hand.

I rocked it in H.S.

 

I have always loved the romantic side of life.

Okay, it’s not bad now. Our family is great and we’ve 8 soon to be 9 grandchildren! Here’s the newest edition….(click on this and the next two pics for larger view)

I work in the children’s department as a Library Specialist—how bad could that be?

And here at home this week due to Corona-virus, I’ve cleaned the pool and pool filter outside while standing in a snow-like fall of oak pollen and leaves everyday. It’s amazing, but here in Florida, this is our Fall season for real. But why does every possible oak flower shell from miles around land in our pool ? Someone should study this! Why me; how could this be happening. It’s like a vortex of leaf gathering exists in our backyard pool. There should be a song about this tragedy. ‘Leaf Leaves pool my Love.’ Sorta like, You Are the Wind Beneath my Wings….feeling song—

Meanwhile, as I’m trying to nap, 38 or so Gold Finch insist on eating at the nine hanging baskets of thistle I put out for them because I am a masochist. Doctor, I don’t use the term lightly.

Consider, these finch, who don’t know me from Adam, may eat up to 100 dollars of thistle as they flutter their time away here before leaving in about four weeks hence! And, guess what?  Whenever someone drives bye, or we open the door for Shadow to chase squirrels away, it scares the poop out of these birds as they fly away. Where does that poop go? Well not to Washing to D.C. I’m here to tell ya. No, it pretty much goes on my parked car—like every day.

It’s pretty evident the Gold Finch have me under some sort of mind control. I feed them; they poop on my car. And, then I do it again! See? I have no life but to smile and exclaim, “I love the Gold Finch…” Of course, I’ve tried moving where I park, but they love my car. It’s like poop is their calling card or appreciation for the filled feeders. Could this be a song? ‘Come on, Poop more on my Car’, a tune sorta like, Baby You can Ride my Car…..

So, spring is moving on. It’s true, the pool is a cesspool of leaves and pollen and the Gold Finch fleece my wallet because my car is a toilet… but about these allergies. Did I mention I haven’t gone outside without a mask on in like two weeks!?!?! Spring’s a wonderful time, if only I could breathe. And what about those lines the mask straps make on my face? These are much worse than those lines above my ears my glasses leave or maybe I’ve just gotten used to those blueish stained lines that run above my ears.  Anyway, no, mask lines are completely freaky; indents that scar each cheek with martian type facial lines. How cool is that? The song would be, ‘See These Lines on My Face Never Seem to Go Away.’ Somehow , this could work as, Yesterday, with a few words added here and there.

Anyway, it’s time to clean the pool since my wife finished doing that over an hour ago. I think I can find my car, not sure. And, I better check my bird food/pooping supply.

In the end though, I think the energy of life is about Pussy Willows, Cattails, Soft winds and Roses…Lightfoot was right …

We’re all under stress; try to take it easy. Wait, that’s a great song…

 

Bernie Leadon visited his parents in Gainesville, Florida the Christmas Desperado came out. We lived next door.

Franque23.. It’s all a circle game….

 

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