Here’s a picture of Buddy sleeping. Doesn’t it look like he’s trying to hide? I can relate little fur-dude. I’m feeling a little blue today. Perhaps I should practice the banjo for a little while. That will make me feel better.
A little while later … it did. A little, at least. But now my fingers hurt. I think the action is too high on my banjo. I have to push hard to make a chord, and I know that will get better in time, but I really don’t think it should be cutting into my fingers as much as it does.
Anyway, I’m still blue. What to do? What do do? What to do so that I’m not blue? Writing a best-selling book would do it. Or, God appearing to us all and saying, “Death? DEATH?? What was I thinking?? Sorry. My bad. No more death. Okay, okay. I said I was sorry.”
Also that berry pie from the Little Pie Company. Flowers. A mineola orange. Cooler weather. Finding some new music for my ipod. Oh, and I’ve got a couple of good books on the way to me, thanks to my sister-in-law Karen. I ordered American Prometheus: The Triumph and Tragedy of J. Robert Oppenheimer and The Sisters: The Saga of the Mitford Family. So, there’s that. What am I complaining about? Sob.