Welcome to Friday

Welcome to Friday.

I've been thinking of buying a piano. I used to play when I was a kid. I miss it. I actually did have some talent at it -- not enough to make a living, but enough to enjoy myself. So I think I may get one now that I'm a grown up and spend what little time I have for relaxing playing the piano and singing the blues.

Yup, the blues.

My son tells me I was born the wrong color and in the wrong generation, because my voice was absolutely made for the blues. I love it. And I love gospel music. And really GOOD bad songs. There's a certain joy to singing something that is just SOOOOOOO bad it's wonderful. (Think "Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw?" or "Let's Do Something Cheap and Superficial" or how 'bout a new one "Alcohol", or the ever classic "Copa Cabana"). My voice isn't what it used to be. I'm aging, and it's suffering from disuse. But I can still have fun with it, and I want to. Just like I want to do more of my paintings. But everything takes time, and there are only so many hours in a day. (Again I say unto you -- "Sleep? I don' need no stinkin' sleep!")

I'm going to be spending the weekend writing. That makes me happy. The book is coming along -- probably well. I can't be sure. I'm at place where I usually wonder if I'm wasting my time, if it's irretrievable, unreadable dreck, etc.

But I'll keep plugging.