Thursday 9-7

It is Thursday, we had a big rain (1 1/2"?) last evening (east side of town only) and about 2 inches today (all over town). Smells great outside.

The harmonic balance and the serpentine belt ($48 by itself) cost me $335. But I am driving again.

The NFL is back. I am watching the game and eating some home-made hot wings. Really bad day at work, but that's the breaks.

I was listening to an old Guy Clark CD today at work and I am sending along some words from one of his songs ... powerful poet, ol' Guy is .... and hoping to get some comments from Sheryl or Dean on them. Is this poetry?

He was a wino, tried and true,
done about everything there is to do
he'd worked on freighters and he'd worked in bars
he'd worked on farms and he'd worked on cars

It was white port put that look in his eye
that grown man get when they need to cry
we sat down on the curb to rest
and his head fell down, on his chest

He says "Every single day, it gets
just a little bit harder to handle and yet ..."
then he lost the thread and his mind got cluttered
and the words just rolled off down the gutter

He was the elevator man in a cheap hotel
in exchange for the rent on a one room cell
and he was old years beyond his time
no thanks to the world and white port wine

It goes on, but the idea (and the poetry) is there. I really envy folks who can originate those kinds of lines. I have always been in love with wordsand envious of those to whom they come easily.

Back to the NFL and an early bedtime.

Live long and prosper (was that a Star Trek line? I don't remember.)

Peace