Ed McMahon dies. Farah Fawcett dies. Michael Jackson dies. But wait! There's more!

Personally, I am a little tired of it all. I can only mourn so much, so often. I have to save a little grief in case someone I really like dies. For the time being, I would like to think of people who are alive that I really like.

I'm thinking......

I'll think of someone...just wait......

That's a lame joke anyway. I am really tired and now I don't really know why I started this blog. And so....to bed.

I had a chance on Monday to walk down my Bahamian Memory Lane. As I mentioned the last time I was here, I had an appointment for an echo cardiogram on Monday afternoon. (The results: Heart is fine albeit dark and cold) The tech who administered the test was from Nassau. After wondering aloud how he ended up 135 miles north of the United States Of America (he was a temp), we talked about my frequent trips to the islands in the 70's. I had forgotten how much fun it was. At some point he asked me where I lived before coming back to Duluth. When I said San Francisco, he said, "I THOUGHT so!" I thought so? What? He went on to say I struck him as 'artsy'. ARTSY? The word the properly follows artsy is fartsy. Now, why didn't he think I was from Alaska and was a retired ice-road trucker? How about, "You're so butch I assumed you were a bronc rider from Texas." Next thing I expected him to compliment me on my child-bearing hips! Perhaps I shouldn't be so sensitive.

I may be violating another of the Cardinal Sins here. As you know, I don't do well on the Cardinal Sins. On the Ten Commandments I do better. I'm thinking. Isn't it REALLY thou shalt not murder? I know I haven't murdered. (except for several bottles of rum on some Bahamian beach back in the 70's) I'm trying to think about any graven images I've had before me. Hmmmm. Does that, like, include that huge Bob's Big Boy outside the restaurants? On questions of this sort I usually go to the source....Charleton Heston. He couldn't answer me. He was busy. Someone was trying to pry a rifle out of his hands.

There is a small hallway leading to the main bedroom in Duluth. I walk back and forth down that hallway at least 20 times a day when I am in Minnesota residence. Maybe more. A few moments ago, after lunching on a diet Mountain Dew, and anticipating an appointment at 3:30, I toddled down the hallway and noticed for, perhaps, the 100th time, a movie ticket stub, off to one side on the floor. I dropped it there in April!

Ah, there's the rub. If I am too lazy to pick up a tiny scrap of card-stock for two months, why should you expect me to regularly up-date this blog or my web-site? I can apply that same laziness to email replies, lunches with friends, and visits to relatives. I certainly have committed all of the Cardinal Sins.

A written rendering of my daily SLOTH would take more effort than I can even imagine.

And THERE, my friends is the simple explanation of why I am such a bum.

I just finished watching something, I decided to share. The contrast is startling. click here Not as slick, but a lot more real.