A slow day around here

This is a case of the same old, sort of .... the "work station." This one really is the third to be located in the Lake House. The first was in the downstairs bedroom/den; the second was in the kitchen; this is located in Bedroom No. 1 upstairs. It has been upgraded to two computers, two pistols, a cash box (really, just like a cowboy movie) a few books and magazines, two plates, one drink (we share), etc., etc., etc. White Bear, you might correctly presume, is the supervisor of the operation. Now, then, why do I run this photograph? Because I am too lazy to find something more interesting and I feel like I should post something -- anything -- this thing. It has been a slow day around here. By the way, the printer and the television are missing. This tale might actually be the beginning of a mystery.

When there is nothing to say

Do you ever feel like writing, or talking, but have nothing to say?

I do not mean writer's block. It is more simple than that. It is a need or a desire to communicate, but there are no thoughts you wish to share or no cause you have to promote or no opinion you care to express. Well, that has been my mood for some time recently.

Actually, I have been in a better mood than I usually am for the past few days. Perhaps, that is it -- the reason for my silence. I am not dissatisfied with anything or anyone (well, other than slow, slow, unreliable internet connections, that is), so I am quiet and reserved. With my nature, more often than not I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.

What, you say that you do not understand that comment?

All right, forget it.

So, with that in mind, let us adjourn to the festivities.

About the music ....

I heard this song while driving along the highway a week or so ago. As with virtually all the music I like, it is an old song. The only question about the age of the music I enjoy is "how old?" Ten years or two hundred years, or some point in between?

This is John Mellencamp's song, but since I am not especially a fan of his, I picked up Pat Benatar's version. I am a fan of her voice and style. Incidentally, the actual song only lasts four minutes; the final two here are Ms. Benatar chatting away.

I do not necessarily agree with all the lyrics in this song, "I Need a Lover," but some of the words seem very appropriate at times. This must be true for all of us, I suspect.

"I've seen what I could not recognize"

Then, there is this song: "Don't Look Back," from Boston.

It is common knowledge that I think Boston is the greatest band in the history of rock and roll music, and that Brad Delp arguably is the greatest singer. Delp's voice, coupled with the guitar talent and the song-writing skills of Tom Scholz, created musical magic for a couple of decades.

Today, I jumped into the Suburban, hit the radio and these lyrics came blasting out at me:

I can see, it took so long just to realize
I'm much too strong not to compromise
Now I see what I am is holding me down
I'll turn it around

I finally see the dawn arrivin'
I see beyond the road I'm drivin'

Don't look back, a new day is breakin'

The sound, the words -- they seemed to fit well with my sense of personal existence in an impersonal society today. Now, a few hours later, the song still is playing in my head and I still am smiling and not much giving a damn about political systems, religious theocracies or absolutely anything or anyone that appears on cable television.

What, you say that you do not understand that comment?

All right, forget it .... see you around ....