Summer Recording

It's been a whirl wind to say the least.This post will be all over the place as I've been so bad at posting and can't seem to get into a routine with it. Coming home from up north we discovered another dropped off kitten in the road next to our house. Lou found him an took an immediate liking, finding at last, something smaller than him. So we named the kitten Louise only to change it to Larry a week later. Larry was a pretty sickly thin kitten with ear mites and a sinus infection until Dr. Link, my vet-extrodinaire from West Winfield got hold of him and worked his magic. Larry is doing very well and Bill and I share many hours watching cat and dog in play mode. I think my dad has his hand in this drop off. It's amazing what a new pet can do. My sister Nancy and her husband celebrated their 28th wedding anniversary this past Saturday on White Lake. Bill and I joined them on Malcome's new/old vintage boat named the High Chihuahua on the most beautiful July day tooling around the lake my father had his camp on. Many memories. Aurora's first beach. The hackateer club we made up and did crazy different initiations to get in to and dinners around the crematory and in the Stumble Inn. Not to mention the fun we had stumbling home from the Stumble Inn. Good times. Really, they WERE the good old days. No-one had any problems really. Not like now. But I won't go there right now as the day is young and promising. Oh wait. I'm working on the song about the kid in the yellow jumpsuit. I just can't hide behind the fact and its only inevitable that there has to be a song. So that is the challenge of the day. I've got 5 days off from the Bipolor Hotel. The working part of my life is really a gem and for that I'm so happy. The perfect balance of work and time off. Two days on and 5 days off. I emailed my bud Mitch Drosin, (John Prines tour manager) and am looking forward to his show in August. It's dry. New York is in a full blown drought. We had a little relief yesterday but not near enough. It could rain for a week before the water tables are back to normal. So much going on. My step grandson, Dillon, got hit with a golf club and broke his jaw in three places. He's all wired up and on a liquid diet for the next six weeks. Malcome's sister, Miriam was diagnosed with leukemia and is struggling to live. The bath salt epidemic is the scariest thing ever. The last year of Nick and now he's incarcerated. Oh and Colorado. Its been a whirl wind to say the least. Best advice I ever got in times of trouble is to just take care of your self. My garden grows and around my beloved home a sweet and cool wind blows. I'm thankful.