When in doubt sing loud.
I don't feel well today. I never feel well but today my brain feels like a large stone and all the energy has fled from the rest of me.
I did a couple of shows with an Israeli director who whenever I wasn't feeling well suggested I should take some vitamins, which, in her Hebrew accent, she pronounced "weetaminz." so I took my weetaminz this morning and have had my oats. But every time I eat something I feel like taking a nap. Vitamins these days are sometimes called "food supplements" which is one of the sillies titles ever.
I have a bottle of third rate apple juice. The market was out of Motts, which is the first rate, gourmet, state of the art, fruit of the loom apple juice. (No one paid me to say that.) Folks around here know from apple juice.
I have to put a little sugar in the apple juice I have to make it palatable. I sometimes wonder if there is any nutritional value in any of the food I eat. I'm thawing some chopped beef for dinner, to go with my rice and beans, at least I think it's beef, one is never quite sure these day.
It's hotter than virgin lava here. I've got the ac going, the fan is up full blast, but they're just blowing the hot air around as I am right now. Every now and then I take a hot shower which helps. "What? A hot shower? Why not a cold one?" Because a hot shower heats up the body and makes the air seem cooler. That's why the people who live in equatorial climates eat all that hot food: chili, tacos, enchiladas. peppers, all that diabolo heats up the blood and makes the air cooler than the body. Those people aren't stupid.
Now the question is, isn't this the dullest, most boring and uninteresting vagabond journey you've ever read? I thought so. But I have to stay at the keyboard. If I move over the bed I'll lie down and sleep through the day.
And now here's the answer to the WEEKEND PUZZLE.
The winner is email@example.com of the Blogspot Tigers who wins the grand prize of an Olivetti typewriter spool. You were asked to continue the story --
It was an early September in the afternoon. The sky was darkening and a storm was threatened. But Dick and Jane needed to reach the other side of the lake. So they got into their canoe with two bags of groceries and Maxine, their Chihuahua. They began paddling across the lake and everything was going well until....
out of the gray’ an object appeared.
It was like nothing that had ever been seen in, on or above this lake before.
Dick and Jane stopped paddling.
Maxine (being descended from generations of fighting dogs) barked her willingness to attack irrespective of the fact ‘It’ was so big her eyes (renowned for their size) were unable to bring it into focus.
The lake boiled under the storm. Dick and Jane were thrown from the canoe.
Maxine stood her ground and the canoe answered her courage by slicing through the waves that threatened to inundate it.
After the storm the canoe was found on the other side of the lake containing two bags of groceries guarded by a Chihuahua.
Morning mist had descended over the lake and carried all that had occurred into a time yet to be explored by man but was already known by one small dog.
Medical records later identified Dick and Jane.
Maxine tried to tell what she knew and barked fit to bust but she was faced with ignorance.
Maxine then decided to take the best on offer and jumped into the soft lap of the reporter that initially came to expose the cause of the tragedy.
I can only report what my Chihuahua tells me.
It was like nothing that had ever been seen in, on or above the lake…