it never fails...

 so, today went nowhere close to as planned. mom fell this morning. my guess is she tried to sit on the edge of the bed and fell right off. thankfully, she didn't hit her head. but, she was shaken enough that she decided to cancel her physical therapy appointment today. so, instead of going to that, i had to run over to the local insurance company after my nap today and take a bunch of shit they needed to copy to verify that we are citizens and can keep our health insurance. and of course, right as i left the house to do that, it started fucking raining cats and dogs. fuck me.

the Yankees won yesterday over Cleveland, 10-2. i had a good laugh watching the post game shit on the Cleveland channel. they talked about how the players were so upset after Saturday and then play their worst game of the season on Sunday. i just laughed and thought karma is a motherfucker. the Yankees are off today and start a series against Baltimore tomorrow.

i did watch a few MLS games over the weekend.

Barry was fucking great last night.

The Baby was very good last night.

Gaslit was excellent last night.

The Man Who Fell to Earth was really, really good last night.

here are your highlights from the NBA playoffs yesterday:

here are your 3 videos for this day of National Poetry Month:

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Monday Night Raw, American Song Contest and the series finale of Better Things.

i did listen to episode 392 of Notsam Wrestling this morning. you can find that by going here:

https://www.stitcher.com/show/sam-roberts-wrestling-podcast/episode/20-years-of-randy-notsam-wrestling-392-202640213

so, mom woke me up at 4 in the morning last night / this morning. she was talking to herself loud enough that it woke me. i went into her room and she was fully dressed, holding her walker like she was getting ready to leave. i asked her what the fuck was she doing and she said just getting ready to go and then looked at the clock and saw the time. she was like oh shit, 4 again, crazy time. she then looked at the stuffed animals on her bed and said i don't think he's happy with me. i told her to get into bed and go back to fucking sleep. needless to say i really didn't have that luxury. i was up by 6:30, putting the dishes away and making her coffee. and people wonder why i sleep like shit most fucking days.

i hope everyone had a great weekend.

i have no clue when i will be on here tomorrow.

until then...

fight the power.

fuck racism.

fuck hatred.

fuck war.

fuck the police.

black lives matter.

stay healthy.

wash your fucking hands.

stay socially distant.

get the fucking shot.

que pasa cuando el dolor llega a ser demasiado

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

Jason Isbell & The 400 Unit - Cigarettes and Wine (Live)

Lyle Lovett - She's No Lady (Live)

Otis Wilkins - Kamakura

Ryan Bingham - The Poet

The SteelDrivers - Ghosts of Mississippi

"The lullaby is the spell whereby the mother attempts to transform herself back from an ogre to a saint."   - James Fenton

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day: