my good friend and one of the most amazing humans still around, Karina Bush, has a new book coming out soon.
you can find info on that and all of her amazing work by going here:
a delightful trip into the dark mind of an evil genius or simply the musings of an asshole
my good friend and one of the most amazing humans still around, Karina Bush, has a new book coming out soon.
you can find info on that and all of her amazing work by going here:
it rained overnight here. i wondered why i woke up with pain at 7 this morning. another 4 hours of sleep. when it gets really bad, i end up napping most of the morning. and when that happens, i don't get around to doing anything (like shopping, going to the bank, etc.) until after 2 PM. i just love dealing with school buses these days. the bank i normally go to was closed for some fucking reason. i had to get mom some snacks she likes at Big Lots. then i had to travel to the next town over to go the bank. i said fuck it, and stopped at the Rite Aid to get some baseball cards. i paid $5 for a Fairfield box and it had roughly $25 worth of cards in it. that works for me. and then i had to get gas as i was under 1/4 of a tank. thankfully, i had a $1 off a gallon at Kroger, so i was able to get gas for under $2 a gallon. that made me happy.
the Yankees won yesterday at the White Sox, 5-3. they start a homestand tonight against the Angels in a make up game from earlier this season. hopefully, they will win.
i don't know if it is because of the Olympics being on and i'm up at all hours so i can watch shit live, or just the days seem to be dragging along slow as fuck... the dog days of summer are here. i did make it to the bank today. after i made that deposit, i went to Big Lots, hoping to find some baseball cards. no luck. hell, they didn't even have any Funko Pop! toys either. well shit.
the Yankees lost last night to Baltimore, 7-1. the best part of the game was the fucking cat running around in the outfield. and of course, since this is the Yankees season from hell, Gerrit Cole and Jordan Montgomery both have COVID now. so, the Yankees will be starting a rookie tonight. hopefully, he does well. he's their #6 prospect, so i'm hoping for the best.
when it rains like this, just enough drizzle to make me miserable, i am fucking useless. my bad back and arthritis just grows and grows and grows with pain. fucking miserable.
there was a scene last night in the final episode of Hemingway that really hit home with me. when he said that when he couldn't write anymore, when the words were gone, he would commit suicide, i shed a tear. i have had the exact same conversation with myself for the last 20 years. all in all, just a damn good documentary. i highly recommend it.
the poet of the day for this day of National Poetry Month is Karina Bush. i am very happy to consider her a friend and one of the best poets alive today.