morons thank combat vets by playing weekend warrior rambo right behind veteran's homes

     it's been a good weekend, with one more day to go (memorial day tomorrow). the only blight has been the ***holes who shoot behind the house. james said not to call the cops. if *#&%^!!s continue, they may meet stealth tactics of ppl who know how to disarm them w/o hurting them. that person would not be me, btw, since i've only been known to disarm with my grin, and that's growing a bit long in the tooth, so who knows if it still bears that power...
    yesterday we played a weird but just-fine gig at the kern county fairgrounds for a very large veteran's bike club. i got to debut my new 25 lb yamaha baby (i mean tool). i think i did fine except that i got tired bc i've not been playing for more than 1 hour at a time, & then that's when i'm sitting at home relaxing, not standing atop 4-inch frankenstein shoes (new ones). blake said it was fun to play together, & he's usually the one telling me to watch it with the left hand (tho he says so very nicely) (you know those bass players...)

     we couldn't see well after sunset bc there were only james's brought-from-home spotlights shining from front bottom of the huge stage. in between, anthony djed the most bitchin playlist of awesome music. that made the night spin for me. i could just stand there during all breaks just listening to & moving to that awesome music, just twirling in my head w/happiness & thrill... then we'd get melodic ideas, usually from the coolest horn lines,  then hit the next set & actually knock a few out...
     we had a lovely weekend w/mom & dad & with each other. i went shopping w/dad in oildale & got a bunch of thrift & art treasures for our home, even some christmas gifts (starting early this year, i hope). i took penny for a longish run in the cool evening fields & she only was a bad dog when it was time to go & she bolted in the the opposite direction & i had to catch her. on our way home, james purchased her a dog bed & snugged it between our car seats & penny nestled right in & went to sleep.
     there goes rambo again. if i had the ability (which i don't, but james does) i'd like to ambush that turd & steal his weapons. then pants him & call the cops so he'd be arrested for indecent exposure. d***head.
     shooting near people's homes w/no thought of Those Who Really Have Served: what a way to thank combat vets!!!! not to mention the moron is shooting in dry national forest!!!! i wish i had a smote button...
    just made this flyer. now going to head out into the cool eve to see what is what. to every weekend-warrior rambo i say YOU SUCK!!!!! that wasn't eloquent, but who cares!!!!

grace

lately hasn't been good for me regarding running. two weeks ago, penny & i were attacked by a 100-lb dog when we nearly were home from a 4 miler. it was night time. it was terrifying!! the big dog just gummed & frightened penny, but i kept getting thrown in the air as the dogs swarmed around my feet, tangling the leash. no, i would not let the leash go, as friends suggested: no way was i gonna lose penny, or let her get chased to her death!! i'd rather be the one that was hurt!!
the attack seemed to go on forever, with the big dumb menace running away for a moment, then running back, snarling, spitting, growling, chewing, paying me absolutely no heed no matter what i did. the woman who owned the dog finally came running out, probably hearing my yells for help (i thought she was going to have a heart attack, huffing up the hill & gulping that she has asthma!) & then a man came out, herding the beast away. i scooped 45 lb penny up & carried her up the hill as far as i could, finally getting her home & washing her all off. when i saw she had no broken skin, i started blubbering. the whole thing had made me feel so helpless, flashing back to the Cat That Was Devoured By a Coyote As I Watched. but penny was ok.
then i saw that i wasn't. crap!!!! but the bites weren't deep. i've had much worse.
no, i didn't go to the doc, & no, i don't seem to have infection or rabies.
turns out the dog was one that had been taken in by one of my student's grandmas. the dog went to the pound the very next day & i received flowers at school with a card reading "we're very sorry for what happened to you."  james was irate, but i was just relieved we hadn't been hurt worse!
i was just getting over my soreness from bruises & bites, so decided to take a little jaunt with penny near our home. all was going well when, nearly home, dammit, i hit a rock & didn't fly, but jack-knifed  straight into the dirt, badly hitting my palm, my knee smacking right against a rock. crap again!!!! this fall hurt a lot worse than the one i took at the tejon ranch 5k. more bruises, more broken skin. right now, my legs are more beat-up looking than since i moved to frazier park.
today penny & i went the steep route cause i figured then i wouldn't be tempted to run & fall again. the steep route goes up west end drive a block from our house, topping at above 5800 ft, so it's an 800+ ascent in a little over a mile. near the top, my huffing & puffing were broken by the lovely sight of purple lupines & delicate yellow purse-like flowers, small & delicate, & blooming pink thistle & a flowering yucca, i think it was. (this site is cool, but gave me very little help in finding the yellow flowers: u.s. wildflower database )
we got to the tree which tops the path, my heart hammering, then turned for the quick descent. it was pretty steep, so i dropped the leash & penny went sailing off, but unlike when we take our traditional route, she was a good girl & kept stopping to look back at me, waiting for me, & she didn't go running off so that i would have to chase her down.
we made it all the way home without me getting injured.
life is good. :)

poor marlo!!

yes, my heart was broken, but that's how it goes in this marriage at times, with the storms of emotion & mood so volatile on one end, & me being something of a fatalist when times are tough. but things is better now. i shoulda known.
great news is i'm getting a new keyboard!! as we speak it's in kingman being shipped this way. i think i agree now with chuck berry, who considered instruments mere "tools." i was hung up on keeping my korg/s, since they were each family gifts, sentimental, then i talked to mama & she said, "oh, jenny, just get a new one!!" my new one will weigh HALF what the korgs weighed. i can't wait!!
i've sprung to life wanting to play piano again, knowing the new baby (oops, i mean tool) is coming. i recorded this before i started practicing a lot again, so it's a little rough, but i felt like making a video. when i used to pine away for james, i would make videos & he would watch them, back when we were living in different worlds of different weirdnesses & unhappinesses & joys.
i just noticed it's sideways, but that's appropriate, so who cares. :)
ok, he just got up, so i'm gonna go.
yaaaaaaayyyy!! music!!

my heart is broken.

i came in & listened to nina simone for a while & cried into the cat. (he purred, being oblivious.)
i think now i'll go outside for a while & work on my "watts tower" house, as angie has called it.
life goes on.
at least for now.