Our local choir had an event today where they sang traditional Irish and American tunes leaving religion the hell out of the event altogether, which was nice. They asked a few local musicians (who all come to the open mic on wednesday nights) to accompany them and then asked if they wanted to perform something too.
John wrote this song called "One True Love" and he asked if Mum would come down and help him sing it...
She was very flattered, you could tell...
Sorry about the sound, I just grabbed my camera and caught the tail end of this, which I am posting for a friend of mine who is an aspiring ukulele master...
I've been getting phone calls from the boys. Always with the same intentions. To find out what happened to my backside and to make fun of what happened to my backside...
All I can say is "You should see the other guy,"
It's been awhile since I've had something meaningful to write about...
Now I do, so I am going to share. If you are squeamish, leave the room and come back with a beer for me and anyone else who wants one. Or a soda.... Or a fruit smoothie....
Ah hell... there's nothing to be squeamish about...
I went skiing today with a female friend of mine and things were grand all morning. We had new snow and sunshine and I was pounding the chunky powder pretty good.
After lunch, we went back at it and I noticed something odd with my skis. I couldn't set an edge with my left ski. The ski was WOBBLY and it wasn't me. A couple of screw had come loose that held my bindings to my skis.
Now I don't know about you, but BINDINGS means "to be bound" where I come from. Not loose and wobbly.
I told the girl I was skiing with I'd ski the easy runs with her and stay off the steep and chunky stuff but I'm not good at going slow so I got going really fast. Then I went to stop with a hard left turn into what I call a "hockey stop" but my left wobbly ski would not bite the snow so I had to use my top ski and try and bite the snow and this wasn't as effective and I ended up just laying it down and into a slide...
This would have been fine except that the left ski popped off and flipped up on its edge.
This would have been fine too except that I landed on this edge and if you've ever felt the edge of a good ski you'll know that it's pretty sharp. It cut through my ski pants and through my bicycle shorts I like to wear beneath them (the chamois seat pad acts as a ball warmer) and into my skin. I felt the cut as soon as it happened but it was on my ass so it didn't hurt.
I told my ski gal that I was done for the day, and that she was welcome to finish out the last hour of skiing-- I'd simply wait in the truck.
When I got to the truck I put my hand back where the cut was and it came back excessively bloody.
Oh crap. The cut was bigger and deeper than I thought.
Luckily, I keep incontinence pads in the truck for Mum and one of these slapped over my ass was perfect to act as a makeshift giant bandage, which I sat on (which was just what the first aid manuals tell you to do- keep the pressure on the wound...
I took an hours nap and my ski gal and I drove the hour and a half back to my place.
When we got there I pulled out the pad to show her how clever I was and it looked like.... well.... you girls with heavy flows know what I'm sayin'...
My ski gal was shocked, so to shock her more, I pulled down my pants for her to see the wound and I wasn't expecting the "OH MY GOD!" that I got, but apparently I had quite the gash.
I wanted to say "It's just a scratch" like they do in the movies so I did. She shook her head and told me I needed stitches.
"I have superglue" I told her.
So my evening was spent doubled over a couch with my pants down while her and my Mum helped each other superglue my ass back together. Apparently it was about a four inch long, deep gash - "I have gas" I kept telling them- and the operation was difficult, because they took a long time.
When it was all over my Mom kept saying "I like your ski gal" and I kept asking, "how does my ass look?"
Momma caught a ride in from a friend and I met them at the Grants Pass grange for the monthly acoustic jam some very nice musician folks put on...
Life goes on in these parts, though nothing exceptionally noteworthy. Work, tennis, skiing and music fill my time to over-flowing...
Scott--
