no exciting or even boring pix to post, just feel like writing. need to uncramp my fingers. been putting stairs in on the east side of the house & indulging in other projects, so've been abusing my fingers for about a week now. got a fantastic massage several days ago from a secret masseuse here in town (she gets so much business that she doesn't advertise & in fact keeps her successful healing operation on the down-low... shhhh) -- it really was one of the best massages i've had ever, & at one point she said, "have you heard of CBD?" and i almost shrieked with excitement. you might know CBD is the component of cannabis that is non-psychoactive. it's used for pain relief. so she rubbed some on my back and thumbs. and the pain was abated! for some hours!
of course i bought a little can of the stuff & really should apply some right now. i've been on the CBD trail for some time but am too much of a cheapskate to have ever bought much. it seems to be pretty effective, & i have a dear friend who's lost A TON of weight on the stuff, which is likely another reason i've not bought much, being wary of triggering eating disorders. no need to chase that old gong around.
so back to the stairs, on one of the dirt trails i jog someone had dumped a buttload of bricks. james helped me get some one time, but we didn't finish the job & it's been bugging me for a while, so last week i went & got ALL of the remaining bricks, about 100 of them, because i'm insane that way & love little more than working furiously until i can't move. (used to love to do that when i had my own band. and if i ever front a band again, i will love it again!!! some blues express shows have been like that, but it happened A LOT when i had my buddy-guitarist phil hickerson playing & we were like the dynamic duo before my band blew up in my face because i was a selfish stupid f**ing moron at that time...) anyways, exercise & yardwork & furious building projects & certain other activities all bring this wonderful release of sore, aching muscles & tired, drained brain. and don't know about you, but i'm just better all around when my brain is drained. then the god feeling can come in...
so for the last week i've been working on all kinds of house stuff with mostly found stuff & my lack of expertise but love for trouble-shooting & macgyvering... for today i spend many hours trying to hang faux wrought iron pieces in a strip along the east wall but the dang masonry nails kept popping out & the pieces were heavier than i thought & kept crashing 10 feet down to the dirt & going up & down up & down the ladders was getting wearying, but i managed to get some pieces framing the bottom of a window after much trial & error; then added more fencing on a curiously short area of the back fence (did the earth sink there? dunno) then another enormous wooden piece to the "new" gate & busted up some old chairs & used fragments to make decorative end pieces for the gate & found an old shower curtain ring for a latch & then decided i think i'll paint! so mixed some old nasty green paint that had had a bunch of blue poured in it, but after painting my "new" deck & brick stairs for a while, listening to sister rosetta tharpe & old-timey delta blues from pandora (yesterday was charlie feathers, the day before a blaster concert), the paint started to mix back into its original dusky-oaky green, which was nice.
then i cleaned up the mess i made, having learned from my dear father that that's what a person ALWAYS should do before relaxing, & after admiring everything for a minute came inside to eat but don't feel like cooking so here i type away. i think i promised the dog i would run her at the high school (this time with a spare key so i don't lose it like i did last week with the cross country team, but thanks to my friends christy & corey, who lent me a jeep & a metal detector, i was able to find the key after an hour of sweeping the bushes). anyways, yes, i think that'll be a terrific way to ensure that by bedtime i can hardly lift a limb from physical exhaustion.
ah... the luxuries of being a middle-class american. (am i? my friends think i'm poor.)
on top of all this fun, on the way back from the HS, doggy & i can now go to the DRIVE THROUGH down at the truck stop & get a 99 cent frosty!!!!
"that [wo]man is richest whose pleasures are the cheapest." (thoreau)
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