Scattered thinking...

It seems to me I often start a thought, and then lose sight of the " Thought Goal". And I stress over this..one more reason not to blog ( Jesus C. Homesteader! We have washed our uniforms with an ink pen and they are all fucked up! Our Spring is MOST un-springlike and I don't know how to address our Plants! My Gay Subaru has a shimmy and what will that cost me....). If you think about it there are a lot of "Things" to occupy my ( your) time.. a Blog should not be a one of those things. But,... a blog is something unique, and it lets me tell you something...when I have time...and when you have time.. to read it and when those two meet we "high Five" and connect. What I wanted to tell you is this, I have a Mortgage. You might look at that statement and say, " Fuck Who doesn't?" Well, the answer would be ME..not ever, until now... until Jerri. I have for the first time in my life, well,.. owe the Bank more than I ever imagined could be possible...( I must say if I could owe them more I would..fuck 'em) but on the upside of this "strange" fact is I own ( kinda) a house for the first time in my life. I thought this morning as I walked out onto our patio..and looked at "Our" property and thought.." Well, I'll Be 90 when I pay this off..but this is one of the coolest feelings I've ever know." Just sayin'

Semi-Regular..that's me

Another day another disappointment..I just heard this morning that the Royal Wedding Guest List was passed on to the media..and I'm not invited..well, neither are you so don't look so smug...K? But it just reminds me off all the things I've never been invited to on my path down Life's Highway. A Brisk..not like the lemon tea, but the Jewish ceremony. Hey look! I have some experience with this. I'm not "officially Jewish" but I grew up in Forest Hills New York( and circumcision is like the first thing I remember...., well, not really I remember the Breast..but My Mum said she didn't breast feed us ..so I guess I'm ..jesus! that's another blog for another time...gasp)
), and all of my first encounters with females were of the Jewish persuasion, and I know from that...these are some serious people. I once decided to become a Jew because I was in love with Sheila Burnstein. Her Mom, Mrs Burnstein..(I don't know what her first name was 'cause she scared the shit outta me, and besides I was 16 and she was...ancient, so why would I know such things?)said if I really, truly love Sheila, I would become a Jew! So! In my Irish Catholic Brain I said..."Uhm,...OK,..Cool" Now to make a long story short..I told my Dad( Hey Dad! How 'bout those fuckin' Mets? Uhm, like' I got this Jew thing goin' on, and like I'm gonna see a Rabbi, because there's this Girl?..you know Sheila who I really ,uhm, I dig ya know? And her Mom say's I gotta be a Jew to, uhm,..like I dunno..but I really like her...) and for the first time in my life he said He might "Kill Me"...and if this "Notion" ever got back to "Mum" it would truly become a reality( The death part)..and "Where would your body like to lie?" Anyway, I went to see the Rabbi, and he said if I were serious, about the changing to Jewish Thing, I would cut my hair first thing..before the changing of religion and stuff. Now I'm like in a freakin' Band "The Stormers" and have grown my Beautiful , beautiful Beatle Locks.This was a battle unto itself with my Father..My Beautiful long hair is how I met the Lovely Sheila..I was in a Band, With Long Hair! Fuck that!..So..I latter found out that Sheila was dating some Navy Dude and would have dropped me anyway..Newly Jewish or not, but that leads me back to my question, I never have been invited to a Brisk ( not the Ice Tea).. I just think as someone whose lost "IT" before, and understand the consequences of the circumcision I can address the Artistic merits of a steady Hand..and Long Hair.. and not being Irish Catholic,,,but not in that order.

Memory...

Let's clear this up right now. I was thinking about Memory, the kind of thing both you and I have, and NOT "Memories", that song from the Broadway show "Cats", which, by the way, I did see at the Wintergarden in NYC some time back. I think I caught it in it's 1000th performance and people were going into convulsions with praise for the very wonderfulness of it all. To be honest..I didn't get it. People in tights,acting like cats, caterwauling lame Andrew L. Webber tunes, left me with a feeling of,...well, like if you had a blindfold on and someone said they were going to feed you a nice spoonful of corn flakes, only to fill your anticipating mouth with used kitty litter...something in that order. It made me want to kill the cats I owned, and probably yours too, if I'd known you.But this thankfully passed, but I will always wonder,"Why the Fuck did I go to such a thing?" Now that, my Dear Peeps is a Memory and we all have them ( hopefully, if you have ever had the occasion to experience CATS! The Musical! yours is better than mine..if it is you must have been totally stoned). And you see how memories work? The insidious way they creep into what I was trying to write about and derail my train of thought? Damn It! I'll try this again...tomorrow...if I remember.