Orange And Blue

When I showed up at Mark's I found he had disassembled my lawn mower and had fixed the issue.  The issue is that I had left the mower outside again. This had caused some corrosion.  After the last overhaul I had kept the mower in the garage but had "temporarily" set it outside to make room for something or other.  "Temporary" turned to lots of days where the thing got rained on.  When I was growing up my dad used to slide the mower under our trailer house.  I can't do that on my house because I don't live in a trailer anymore.  This is an inside joke between Mark and I.

Larry did get the materials for tomato cages.  Decided not to make the cages today.  Larry is on spring break.  There was no sense in getting all crazy about working on the tomato cages.  The roll of pig fence made for a chair.  I'm still waiting on the honorary first taste of the fig wine.  I think Larry thinks it may actually kill me.  Each day I don't drink this stuff is an extra day of life for me.  Maybe I should tell Larry that I'm having a really bad day and thinking of ending it all.  I could say that I've always thought of going out like a rock star drinking fig wine.  My grandma had a fig tree and made "preserves".  I think they always argued over the difference between "jam", "jelly" and "preserves".  I think "preserves" are chunky.  I don't care what google thinks about it.  I'd give my right arm to hear what she thought about it.

Somehow, someway I got a burst of energy.  I wanted to hear some live Blues music.  I found that "Little Joe Washington" was playing at the Continental Club.  I -ran-, blazing past Mark like The Flash, to tell Larry that I was going.  I ran back and asked Kim to do all the clickety clicking to get the location and time.  Turns out that Little Joe was not playing.  I went searching again.

I found that there was the Jack Kerouac Fest 2013: Go!Go!Go! at this strange place called "The Orange Show".  There was supposed to be Jazz alongside "poetry reading".  For the record, I feel like I have to point out that somebody reading poetry to a group of people makes me uncomfortable.  I've only experienced it once and had not a clue what the guy was saying.  But this was going to be outside and I can handle people better if it's outside, besides - there was going to be music and maybe a lot of weirdos.

Kim's directions said "exit 33B".  That turned out to be somewhere in Dallas, TX I'm guessing.  I circled back and ended up on and off and on and off Telephone road.  I wished for a moment that I had Siri to direct me off Telephone road.

..... later .....

I never got to finish this post.  A few interruptions - Mamaw's birthday party, Pitbull etc.  I was building up to this poet crumpling up a poem into a ball and throwing it at me.  I caught it to ooos and ahhhs... but I think I lost the post and should just stop...

Oh!  The big part... the Jazz group at the Orange Show played a Blues song... thus the title - "Orange and Blue" like the slide at the 5 O'clock meeting on Sunday... It all tied together and made sense.

.... still ....

No fig wine.