I'm sitting pretty high in the cat-bird seat. Feeling pretty good. Probably due to the fact that I went to one helluva concert last night with my friend Lydia . . . to see guitarist Tommy Emmanuel. The show was here in Frankfort. I told Lydia it was like walking out my Father's door to go across the street to the High School. At the time, the High School was my whole world.
I've got lots to do. One of my projects is a remake of a blue sweatshirt (pictured above). I think it's going to be pretty neat AND pretty pretty.
Speaking of Dad (above--first paragraph), I have another quote from the Jim Harrison book I'm reading (The English Major). "It seems like my parents die in my mind several times a week." Somehow that's not sad . . . it's just thoughtful.
