Skip to main content

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.
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

It's So Easy

     Hey, everyone, out there in etherland. I've been playing some new songs this morning on my keyboard. You may remember a Buddy Holly tune called It's So Easy . I hadn't matched the title to the song before today so I was delighted when I saw that it was the one that goes like this: "It's so easy to fall in love, it's so easy to fall in love." It rocks pretty good. A later version of it, after amps and guitars had improved, really rocked. It seems like Joan Jett may have done a version. Anyway, I was playing this song and I thought about a fun thing I like to do. Sometimes I'll start to play a song and tell Carley, or the grandkids, whoever may be there, a silly story about it.      For instance, I would say that once upon a time Buddy Holly came to me and said, "CE, I need a hit, my man. The kids need shoes. I want to go on American bandstand, you know what I'm saying?"     "Yeah, Buddy, I hear you. But the thing is, I think ...
Post a Comment
Read more

Movie Review: Limitless

    Hey, everyone. I ventured off the mountain today, down into the haunts of men. I'll tell you about a movie I saw, then later I'll tell you about some other stuff. The movie is Unlimited . This is a story that you would have to call science fiction, but in the not so distant future you may call it reality.      Bradley Cooper plays Edward Morra. If you looked up loser in the dictionary you would see this guy's picture. He has freeloaded off his girlfriend for years. He claims to be a writer but can't seem to put words on paper. His woman leaves him; he is a scroungy, dirty dude with no future, no drive and no money. He is about to be evicted from his scummy apartment.     Then he bumps into an old friend. The friend wants him to try a new drug which comes in the form of a small, clear pill. What Edward doesn't know is that the pill is pretty awesome. The drug is designed to unlock the true potential of the human brain. We only use a...
4 comments
Read more

The Biscuit

    Hey, everyone. What a relief that Christmas is over, huh? I don't think it was meant to be the way it is.     I started thinking about the so-called good 'ole days today. My wife says that at her house, they would take a left-over biscuit and shine their shoes before church. I one-upped her by saying, "Oh, yeah? I ate the biscuit when everyone got finished with it. And I was grateful for it." Truly, though, you can and people did, shine their shoes with a biscuit. Hey, they were greasy little buggers.     Speaking of greasy little buggers, I remember when everyone had wells and were very conservative about water, particularly those of us who had to crank a handle up and down to get a bucket of water. There was no daily bath. (No showers in those days, mate.) About twice a week we took a bath and here's the recipe: The oldest kid took a bath first, then the next oldest etc. You can see why younger siblings hated the older. Bathing in the...
Post a Comment
Read more