Wednesday, June 30, 2004

• You gotta wonder how many questions a four year old boy--almost five years old--can ask and expect an answer for...and how many his gran-gran can answer--in one day.  He goes home tomorrow and then off to the beach over the weekend. 

  Tomorrow we close on Dad's house, then Friday to the financial adviser.  I dread this.

  Got a good report from the arrythmia doctor, but had to wait an incredible amount of time.

  I watched some of the world poker games today on tv.  Maybe I can learn how to do this.

  Here's an old poem.

  BLUES AGAIN

  Got those blues again.
  Stomp down, in the cellar,
  Can't get up, no way out,
  Let me out of here, wanna' die blues.

  Surfed in on the wind last night.
  Sliding, riding in waves
  Straight into my bedroom,
  Found its way by the full moon light.

  Washed in through the window pane,
  Looked around, hands on hips,
  Kicked the shoes under the bed,
  Looked at me, "oh no, not you again."

  Can't see why you came to town.
  Faded denim-thin all washed out,
  Holes in shoes, dirty face blues,
  How can I let you get me down?

  Go back out, just any way,
  Out the window, through the door,
  In the trash, shoe gum,
  Just get out. Blues, just stay away.

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