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Sunday’s Theme Music

After peeking in through windows at 5:38 AM in Ashland with shy pale goldens, the sun boldly shouldered in, shouting, “We got your sunshine. We got your daylight.” Such a bold sun plans to put out browning, sweat-inducing heat, don’t you know. Temperatures will hunt the lower nineties before the sun, still in its place, disappears from the valley at 20:39.

Got the darkness trying to throttle me. It’s a debilitating but brief trough experienced when I ponder what’s the use of all this nonsense? I was walking as it struck, like a bolt into my soul, just before sunset last night. Because a wildfire is being fought and people evacuated, I was thinking about wildfires and water shortages. Many new homes are being built in Ashland. Development is the daily cry as the trucks lumber in with supplies and workers busy with foundations and walls. We were already being told to conserve water. Now there is less water to be divided among more households.

Dev is good but with that shrinking water base, we also have an expanding wildfire season. Before COVID-19 shut down activities, wildfire smoke did the same, cratering the local economy becoming an annual thing. The first time it happened, businesses dismissed it as a one off. Second time, some pulled the plug. Third time, dark mutterings about what are we going to do were heard.

City council lacks the leadership to move out of this mess. Frankly, the mess is bigger than them. Is it climate change? By the time sufficient data is collected, we probably won’t be around to know. Meanwhile, the new houses being built are closer together as land becomes a precious commodity. Streets are narrower. Traffic density rises. Did I mention that a two-lane state highway longitudinally bisects the town? Only one way in and out, not a reassuring realization for planning evacuations. Every street feeds into it.

With the darkness and these bleak realizations colliding, on came an old song by the Smiths. Here are the lines.

This town has dragged you down
And everybody’s got to live their life
And God knows I’ve got to live mine
God knows I’ve got to live mine

h/t to Genius.com

The 1984 song is called, “William, It Was Really Nothing”. Yes, it’s really nothing; just a little darkness nibbling the psyche. Stay positive (you know, like me!), test negative, wear a mask as needed, and get the vax. Cheers

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Saturday’s Theme Music

As expected, Sol arrived at the expected time, 5:39 AM on this Saturday, May 29, 2021. Good ol’ Sol. So dependable. Like clockwork. Which means, given his predictability, he’ll depart the Ashland area about 8:38 PM, as the world turns.

Meanwhile, the clouds have done a runner, leaving Sol to throw down some heat. Highs almost touching ninety are expected, prelude to next week, when we’ll start playing with 100 degrees F.

Drinking water this morning, I happened to be looking at a wine bottle. This juxtaposition fed the 1968 Canned Heat mellow song, “Going Up the Country”, into my thinking spectrum. That’s due to the lines, “I’m goin’, I’m goin’ where the water tastes like wine. I’m goin’ where the water tastes like wine. We can jump in the water, stay drunk all the time.” Calling to Alexa to play it, she did, like a good little machine, feeding my net history with another piece of information.

Stay positive, test negative, wear a mask as needed, and get the vax when you can. Have some coffee. Doesn’t taste like wine but it sure do taste fine.

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Friday’s Theme Music

The welcoming committee began tentative sounds a few minutes after five thirty this morning. 5:39 AM came, and with it, the sun’s first official appearance of May 28, 2021, in Ashland. Clouds departed. Cool mountain air muted the sun’s efforts, but warmth of around seventy-eight degrees F is anticipated before the closing ceremony begins, ushering the sun away at 8:37 PM.

Today finds me hooked on a 1968 anti-war song, “Sky Pilot”, by Eric Burdon and the Animals. Out walking, I heard a small airplane passing overhead. Studying it brought “Sky Pilot” to mind. This is pretty ironic; “Sky Pilot” isn’t about aircraft. It was that chorus that ricocheted through me: “You can never, never, never, reach the sky.”

Stay positive, test negative, wear a mask as required, and get the vax. Speaking of the mask, the whole approach has unraveled around here since the CDC made their new mask policy announcement a few weeks back. Witnesses attest to people entering stores with a mask on, per the stores’ signs and policies, and then promptly removing them. Pretty undermines the spirit and intent, doesn’t it? Store managers report they’ve been directed by their corporate law offices to pretty much leave it alone.

Here’s the music. Cheers

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Thursday’s Theme Music

As the Earth turned, the majestic local star, Sol, rose over the Cascades, striking Ashland in the valley at about 5:40 AM on Thursday, May 27. 2021. As part of the celestial dance, the Earth’s rotation will make it appear that the sun is moving across Earth, disappearing from Ashland’s view around 8:36 PM, give or take some seconds. Night will then rule again. Meanwhile, daunting clouds have collected, plotting against blue sky and sunshine, muttering, “Rain, rain…”

Speaking of night, the 1978 Cars song, “You’re All I’ve Got Tonight”, arrived into my interior sound system last night. I was out checking on the moon, ensuring it’d shown up and looked okay. I’m a moon child, see? It being my ruler, I had a little amygdala hijacking that caused a spasm of worry, OMG, what if the moon isn’t there? But it was there, in my sky, a formidable silvery disc ruling the stars.

Anyway, here’s the music. Stay pos, test neg, wear a mask as required, and get the vax, you know, like they’re doing in Vermont. Seventy percent have gotten at least one of the shots there, leading the United States. WTG, Vermont! Keep on truckin’…

Cheers

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Wednesday’s Theme Music

At 5:41 AM, Sol glided over the hills toward Ashland nestled in the valley below. Darkness fled ahead of her. Such a coward, always fleeing light. Breathing out, she spread warmth across the valley. Birds tested notes. People clambered out of beds, out of houses, into cars, buses, trucks. Cats and dogs looked up at Sol, yawning and stretching, back legs, front legs, done.

Sol was pleased. She checked the time. She was due to stay until 8:36 PM, almost fifteen hours. Spring and summer were always so generous in their allowances to her. On a whim, she began singing “Light My Fire”, a song made popular by The Doors in 1966. Always up for a song, Tom Petty, Roy Orbison, and John Lennon joined her. Michael Jackson and Prince came by, putting in their twists to the song, followed by David Bowie, George Harrison, and finally Jim Morrison, Stevie Ray Vaughn, and Jimi Hendrix. Soon came other musicians and singers, adding to the sound and light.

A warm, pleasant day was in store for the area.

Stay positive, test negative, wear a mask if needed, and get the vax. Cheers

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Tuesday’s Theme Music

5:41 AM.

Darkness heard Sol coming. He slithered a few steps back, moving carefully. Sol could be warm…when she wanted. But she was always dangerous. Darkness could be, too, but not as dangerous as Sol. Best info about Sol was her predictability. Judging by the time of year, she’d be leaving about 8:36 PM. Darkness would lay low until then.

Darkness considered his plans. Just May. May 25, 2021. Plenty of time yet to do what’s needed. Darkness’s greatest strength was patience. Nobody was as patient as Darkness.

He’d wait. Come back after Sol left, for whatever she did wherever she went. Darkness never knew.

Mind hating a vacuum, he began humming a tune. Identification came a few beats later: “A Shot in the Dark”, covered by Ozzy Osbourne. 1986.

Continuing to move away from Sol, Darkness told himself, “Stay positive. Test negative. Wear a mask. Get the vax.” That was part of the plan. Once he mastered that, he would move to the next phase.

That made him smile.

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Monday’s Theme Music

5:42 AM came, bringing the sun — or did the sun bring the time? These are the things that are pondered when you awaken at an unexpected moment, along with the name of a favorite restaurant that you ate at one time in 1997, and obscure information, such as, what is the capitol of Paraguay, and other lines from Billy Collins’ poem, “Forgetfulness”. Then you find yourself trying to remember “What Dogs Think” and “A Dog on His Master” by Billy Collins, and then wonder, is Billy Collins still alive? Before you know it, it’s already 8:36 PM, and the sun is setting…

Unless you have pets, who remind you of your obligations to feed, love, and honor them, especially that feeding part, forcing you out of bed. My cats didn’t remind me of the day — who cares if it’s Monday, when you’re a cat doing the same thing every day? — and didn’t remind me of the date, May 24, 2021, because animals use a completely different calendar system. My cats assure me that their system is better. Every year is a floof year. They won’t explain what that means.

I was painting inside the house yesterday, attacking this year’s project, the great room. The great room is not great IMO. It’s just okay. It’s the living-dining-kitchen room, no walls between them, just one high ceiling. I painted the kitchen part last year after doing the foyer and front hall. I’d done the bathrooms and guest room the year before. You see the progression. I’d planned more painting last year, but then broke my arm after a poor dismount from the kitchen counter, which I was standing on to reinstall the kitchen blinds. The broken arm — two bones, at the wrist, and a buncha collateral damage — got me out of work, but I don’t recommend it. Just tell them that your cats stole the paint or something, if you don’t want to paint.

Anyway, while painting, I had Rihanna’s song, “Work”, going through my head for a while. You know, “work, work, work, work, work.” But Huey Lewis and the News took over the neurons with their 1982 song, “Workin’ for A Livin'”, and managed to stay there. Now I need to get rid of it, so I’m postin’ it here.

Stay positive, test negative, wear a mask as needed, and get the vax. Cheers

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Sunday’s Theme Music

5:43 AM. 8:33 PM. That defines the daylight hours for this Sunday, May 23, 2021 in the valley. Nine hundred and fifty minutes. Ten minutes from a full one thousand minutes of daylight hours, excluding the residuals that are noted before sunrise and after sunset.

We’re warming up again. Nothing too hot today, probably the low seventies, but rain is projected to visit again during the week’s early days. Again, no complaints; rain welcome here. It’s needed.

We’ve been talking about moving. Western Pennsylvania, eastern Ohio, where we have family. Droughts and wildfires have wearied us. We like small towns, though. Coffee shops, bakeries, and book stores are big drawing points. But which? That’s the challenge. We’ll probably need to move into the general area, rent a place, and explore. We’ve moved enough times after twenty years in the military. Another four moves were seen in the twenty après military years. That all leads me to John Mellencamp’s 1985 song, “Small Town”. It’s good enough for me for Sunday’s theme music.

Stay positive, test negative, stay up with the masks, and get the vax. Cheers

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Saturday’s Theme Music

Hi. Saturday here. Sun came in and got me up at 5:44. I tried to let you sleep in but Sun kept cajoling me to woke you guys. I never know what Sun I’m going to get. Talk about moody. One day, he’s bright and sunny, warm and friendly, then, the next hour, he feels good and distant. Sun is a bit withdrawn today, sulking behind some clouds, spitefully withholding his heat. Don’t know the deal with Sun. He says he’s gonna hang around here until about 8:36 in the evening. Hope he warms up some by then.

You seem happy to see me. Am I right? Good. I’m happy to see you, too.

They tell me that I’m May 22, 2021. Okay. I don’t put much into that ‘date’ thing. I’m a day, okay? Always was, always will be. Though, let me tell you, around days, I’m one of the more stable ones. Seriously. Monday is often depressed, down, a little rushed, harried. Tuesday is okay, I guess. Wednesday, though, Wednesday often doesn’t know what to do with himself. On the one hand, he tells everyone, gotta work, gotta get this thing done, but then goes back and says, screw it. Leave it for Thursday. Then, Thursday is like, I don’t want it, let’s just go have a drink, get a little crazy, okay? Friday is left to get serious and pick up the slack a lot of the times, which, you know, is totally against his style, feel me? Then there’s Sunday. Gotta love Sunday. So laid back and relaxed, not a care in the world. Sometimes I wish I was more like Sunday.

Anyway, I got some music going on in my head, “Cheap Sunglasses” by ZZ Top. Know it? Came out in 1979. Now there was a year. The things I could tell you…but I won’t. “Cheap Sunglasses” is a fun song. Nothing deep to it, but lots of guitar. Just be like old Saturday, kick back and enjoy it, know what I’m sayin’?

Stay positive, test negative, wear a mask when you got to, and get the vax. All the days are doing it. You should, too.

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Friday’s Theme Music

Just another fuzzy Friday. My I-don’t-have-to-work-day. My drink a cup-of-coffee day. Which makes it like every day, except the fuzzy part. It’s fuzzy with clouds and rain out there (yes — we like rain!) although a few degrees warmer (gonna be a struggle to reach sixty F today) would be appreciated.

This is May 21, 2021. May, and 2021, are storming past. The sun put some light in the sky at 5:45 AM and will take its gift of light and heat away at 8:31 PM here in the valley. The cats are quite ambivalent about it all, going out, coming in, searching for sunshine, hurrying from rain, sheltering from the winds that kick up, meowing at me to fix it before finding an inside place to retire for a few hours.

Thinking of what stage we’re at with the coronavirus, and what stage I’m at with different projects, dredged the ZZ Top song, “Stages”, up from 1986 memories into the active memory stream. “Stages keep on changing,” they sing, and they’re right. We’re at a stage with the COVID-19 crises where the mask guidance is changing, a stage where we’re waiting to see what’ll happen with variants and the vaccine, a stage where we wait to see if herd immunity can be achieved, a stage where we wait to see what the new normal will be.

Stay positive, test negative, listen to the music, wear a mask as needed, and get the vax. Cheers

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