I too prefer peace and quiet now, with a good tune mixed in now and again. So, I am to begin stripping wallpaper then painting...a little patch at a time and it won't seem so daunting.

It's a wonderful day I'm officially on vacation and started off by getting a cold

Still enjoying the weather while it lasts

Okay did 1/8th of wallpaper stripping off wall, now I'll switch it up with some gardening because it's such a gorgeous (and not too hot) day out there.

Yes, we have a nice one too, low humidity, and the nights are cool.
One of the first summers where it doesn't feel like you need AC.

(06-26-2017, 10:58 PM)Accidental Stoner Wrote:  Aaw shucks...now I remember...
I burst out singing loudly and happily
while painting when the sun broke through  Saturday



nevermind
bet they all know about big Sister's whacky li'l bro already

Really..I want to know how a good painter art thou. My father taught me professional painting, I want to know if you are good as I am.

I am still injecting Canadian songs upon y"all.

My dad taught me how to paint properly. Preparation is everything

Well, I got the job done.

Looks good to me.

I sure am no expert, but growing up around wooden boats
of all kinds gave me a certain feel for painting, yes.

If ever you've peered through a crack , into the dark , and imagined what World
may live inside there ,,

If ever you've sat alone in a desolate site , scanning the Horizon and Wondering if your
self imposed limitations were keeping you short of those .

If ever you've Thought upon something for a long time ,, only to find the process was a waste of
your time .

If ever you've spied yourself in Glass while you walked by , and performed an inventory of your image .

If ever you've said : When I find the time

Then you have in a small way , engaged upon Self Realization and Analysis , in regards to
how you fit into the World and People around you .

and when I find the Time ,,

I may find it has passed .

and when I find myself ,,,

I may have passed as well .

and if ever I find the time to peer into another crack , wondering if a World resides there ,,
I'm sure the answer as to the reason I exist , will become clear to me then .

Above , the Self Analytical , Those intermediate moments of when ,, and why , you begin
contemplation of your own existence .

In that same way as one may gaze upon the shadow of a Blade of Grass , and wonder , why
there is no darkness seen between that blade and the shadow it cast upon the surface .
so too , just as the shadow between both cannot be perceived ,,

We, may question , and still not see our self .

Bull's Eye and Spot On.

Nothing to add.

Yaaay me!

Finally found the energy to clean up my home,
abandon the 'home mastering setup'
and get my shit back together.

Scrubbed the entire floor, de-dusted every
surface, disinfected the "kitchen".
Squeaky clean.

The bathroom shines like in a 5 star hotel

Threw away 4 big plastic bags of trash out of
a 20 sq m apartment

Tomorrow the balcony and...umh...myself

Seriously time for a shave et cetera.

Ni-i-ice coupla summer days

Things lookin' gooood again

It's always like a form of deep meditation to me,
to clean house down to the last dust molecule.

The symbolism obvious.



Peace, Prosperity & Good Will to you aaaaall.

Yeah, getting one's house in order can feel cleansing.

That was a great gig yesterday

And believe it or not, I ended up getting kissed
by a beautiful, very pleasant lady at the afterburner

...but I'm ab-so-lu-te-nolink flattened today.
Destroyed.

It happened again, didn't it...
I let those crazy people put vodkas-on-the-rocks in front of me,
and the moral backbone went *snap*
Oi vei.

And of bloody course, Mr M the Choir Maestro just ordered me
down to that other favvo pub, and to bring the
tambourine and be prepared for anything.

Wild struggle inside.

Stay on my back in relative safety,
or go down there to see what'll happen..?
Mr M always got prrretty dang good musicians with him...

Curiosity killed the kitteh.

Upside is a 2 hour show as the single frontman on all but 1 tune
went rather well, although stamina and health not been 100%
lately.

Voice sorta carried, too.
Was prepared to die onstage, really.
Place absolutely packed, grrrreat crowd of happy, dancing fans.
Gotta give'em what they want, no matter what.
Even if all the oxygen in the building is used up at song #3, something.

OK...can't resist...gotsta go to that othurr place and see what those
weirdoes got going on. Public ads just say 'Friends Making Music'
Got an hour to scrape myself up
and put meself back in working order...hååååpuhhhh

...and eat sumtin', I guess...

Just can't resist an open and free jam session