Day 118

A beautiful morning in the country

What a beautiful morning. I took a short drive through a bucolic countryside. The fact that I was playing the Jefferson Starship album Spitfire with the windows open may seem incongruous to the surroundings, but it seemed right to me. Spitfire did not get the critical praise that it’s predecessor Red Octopus did, but I like it better. Evidently, that’s just me. With Paul Kantner, Grace Slick, and Marty Balin part of the group, this could easily have been a Jefferson Airplane album. Why did they change the group name?

I am not going to take the time to go back through my posts and see if I’ve put down words about this topic before; I know I’ve thought about it; but I’m a cranky geezer, so I’m allowed. I left the house around 8:30 this morning. It was already a warm, sunny day, and as I drove through the streets of Lafayette, on my way to the countryside, I saw no children playing outside. Where were they? I can’t imagine that as a kid I wouldn’t have been outside at that hour getting sweaty and dirty. How can they be having fun, enjoying childhood, if they are inside watching TV, playing video games, or sleeping? I don’t get it. But, like I said, I’m a cranky geezer. Life may be passing me by, but it looks to me like life is passing the youngsters by. Heck, Mason spent the night here and Cindy finally woke him up around 10:30 this morning. OK, that’s my verbal drubbing of today’s youth, and the parents who don’t shoo the kids out of the house.

A quick update on my former toe, or actually the surrounding remaining flesh, all of the redness is gone! It seems that the healing process is continuing apace. That makes me feel much better!