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Land Sharks and Watermelon

     Hey, everyone. Another hot day at the green retreat. I've been preparing things for the cookout tomorrow. I cut the grass, scrubbed the decks and set up tables. Carley is baking cookies and pies. She has some steaks and chicken soaking in Dale's sauce. I think I'm gonna hook up a microphone and amp to my keyboard. Several of the guests are musical, with one guy who has his own band. Looking forward to meeting him. He plays guitar, as well as keyboard, so it's nice to think of someone actually using my electric guitar. I gave my acoustic to one of the grandkids, since I never could seem to make my aged fingers make those chords. Other than that all I have is a really crummy-sounding mandolin.
     I am something of a experimenter with beer. I never miss a chance to try a new one. I bought some called Landshark. I think it might be produced by Jimmy Buffett but I can't say that with any certainty. They say you should drink them with a little bit of lime. I find the taste to be different, fairly light and refreshing. That said, I prefer Coors, Coors Lite, Millers, or Miller Light. I also like that heavy Jamaican beer called Red Stripe. Hey, if any of my Jamaican readers work at Red Stripe, why is it that about every third batch I buy is green? Anyway, to be diplomatic, I like to have a choice around the place at these get togethers. No one gets drunk but there is a bit of sipping that goes on. I know an elderly guy on the mountain who used to bring me some moonshine by the house occasionally, along with some homemade wine. I wouldn't spill any of the moonshine on your car's finish. Ha, ha.
    We have several big watermelons in the basement. I thought they'd hit the spot on a hot day. The I-Pads are charged and if I had a couple of big bags of ice I'd be set.
    Well, I must clean the grill so I will sign off. Hopefully I'll have some time to play my new games and watch a bit of Wimbledon. I enjoyed watching one of the Williams sisters (Serena) playing a Chinese lady (Jie Zheng) this morning. Great tennis! It was 2-all in the third set when I went out to start mowing, but I recorded it. The ladies hit with as much power now as the men used to, thanks to the newer rackets. Overall, play has gotten so much better. Wow, did you see my man Rafa get sent home? That tall guy from the Czech Republic hits the ball savagely. He is a pleasure to watch but he and Rafa sort of got frosty with one another. Both of them probably had to go home and kill some zombies. Ha, ha.
     Have you heard that the powers that be in tennis are tired of the grunting of the players? Yes, it is irritating to listen to but they are going to have the chair umpire use a Gruntmeter to determine if the grunts are of sufficient decibels to be penalized. Hilarious stuff. OOOOMPH!
     Speaking of Landshark, do you remember Saturday Night Live, back in the day, when they had those cool landshark segments? The landshark would knock on the door and pretend to have a candygram or whatever. I loved it. Where is my man, John Belushi? Alas, he died before his time. I loved that bunch of people in that era of the show.
     Since I've talked about virtually everything but politics and religion, I will sign off now and get to work on this stuff. Bye.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
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