Yes, it is Saturday. I have to repeat that a few times as this morning , for some odd reason, I thought it was Friday.
Which meant I looked a bit of t*t standing on the path after rushing outside in my slippers pushing our bin down our steep driveway in anticipation of the imminent arrival of the bin-men.
Only after I looked up and around did I notice my bin – and its owner -were the sole ones on the street. Oops.
It was like that scene in Independence Day where Will Smith realises all his neighbours are packing…..and then he looks up.
The next thing I noticed after dragging a full, and bloody heavy, bin back UP my steep driveway was the absence of Saturday Newspaper.
This is even more annoying than realizing it was not Friday as now I had no paper to read over breakfast, and as it is the only paper I read, I was now bereft of my weekly dose of Bad News and worse….my Crossword Puzzles.
So while I sat and had withdrawal symptoms over my all bran and coffee I watched an old Top Gear DVD and waited for the Missus to get her kit on so we could do some shopping and buy a paper.
Then I realized ..eeek…that I didn’t do a Fryday Kick out the Jam Post. Oh, whoa is moi..All my fans, I let both of them down.
I will do penance. Mow the lawn or something. Meantime, here’s probably the only composer whose music makes my eyes mist.
Astor Piazzola, and one of my favorite pieces, (because I can play it!) Milonga Del Angel
The Ark
Tomorrow is Sunday – just a reminder:-)
Clever clogs!
Thank Veles, the Slavic God of musicians, wealth and trickery!
Sheesh, all these gods! Must be bloody crowded in Godsville.
You should read Hogfather, Terry Pratchett, if you haven’t already. It’s hilarious and there a lot of gods in that story too.
I am yet to taste Pratchett, but i feel he’s getting closer
I chuckled away and believe me, making me chuckle in the morning is no mean feat ! Anyway I digress..you sound like me on a daily basis..I never know what day it is ! I see you have been busy i have to go catch up on your posts. X
Terrible isn’t it? One day the week is a day short the next it’s a day too long.
I’ll probably miss my own funeral.
“Oh, was it yesterday? …In that case I’ll just a go an…”
Uhm … where’s the other doggy?
This is another ‘doggy’: the first boxer we had. Her name is Brunel
Oh, no. So … I’m sad, now? This is a memorial?
No. Just a nice photograph of a dog.
Death is as much a part of life.
I like it.
I hope by now that your day feels like the Saturday it is. Newspaper, coffee and slippers back on again?
I can’t read music or hum a tune, but I challenge you to learn to play this music. You’ve got all day Sunday to practice it.
Er…..Have you got your reading glasses on?
”Astor Piazzola, and one of my favorite pieces, (because I can play it!) Milonga Del Angel’
In fact I have the guitar next to me as I type…