“Lonely, I’m Mr. Lonely”… you know the song. So during the pandemic, one of the ways I found to get through the rough times was to go out and feed the fish in our pond. We have a pond fed by a year-round stream. When I started I had about thirty 6 to 8 inch natural fish, and when I went out the pond would just churn with excitement. So this went on, and soon after I had a family of ducks move in and it became more of a party. Then to my astonishment, I had a family of otters move in as well. Well now things were really moving and I felt I was the grand party maestro. However, I soon started noticing a significant drop in the number of fish, and of course, to my disappointment the otters dumped me. Then the fish were totally gone and the ducks dumped me. Now I feel like the teenager who had a party that no one came to. So I started singing the song, and that is when my wife threatened to leave me.
Sept 21 - 27
So, I just want to ask you something. When you come across an old set of drums in the garage that your son has misplaced (how you misplace drums I do not know), do you:
Alert your son to his favorite instrument so he can go about entertaining the entire neighborhood?
or...Do you put them at the bottom of the garbage can and cover them with anything so no one ever knows the wiser?
Sept 14 - 20
It is a proven scientific fact that brain cells are killed off by stress. Well, I wish I was here to tell you that I still had some of those, what do you call those things. Before the great recession, I think I still had a million of those babies, however by the end of the recession I was down to about half of that. Then I got the notice I had to close the Fair Oaks location. That stress brought them down another half. Ok then came the fire and 30 months of dealing with insurance people brought that number to a quarter of the last total. Ok, let me get a calculator and figure where I was then. Uhhh, ok that is about 62,000 of those things. Then the pandemic comes along and takes another half and then the fires and smoke come and there goes another half. Ok, bring the calculator again, and I am down to about 15000. Now, this morning I get a call at 5:45 to find out we had no power at the Sunrise restaurant. That by the way was why we were closed on Saturday. So that brings me down to, what was I talking about? So I think that leaves me with enough of those cute squiggly things to finish this sentence. I hope.
Sept 7 - 13
So I like to listen to rock music when I am in my car, preferably, new alternative rock. So when I am in my car I am assuming only I can hear my music, even when I listen to it at a very high volume. I don’t know if you have ever been to Taylors but we share a driveway with Loomis Basin Brewery Pub and Smokehouse restaurant, and with the COVID thing, everyone sits outside near that driveway. Well I am at the stop light between Taylors and LBB and I am listening to my music when I look over and everyone there is staring at me, and not in a particularly nice way. More like “ Does this Stupid idiot really think no one can hear his Music?” The next day I ordered a set of earbuds.
Folks, why is this election so polarized and why do we see things so differently? I never remember an election where I was afraid to talk politics. I think maybe we should all start or continue to smoke pot for the next couple of months. Wouldn’t that be something to watch a couple of adults having this polarizing conversation when they were stoned. I mean, at least then we could talk.