It’s the weekend of March 31st/April 1st and I can walk around barefoot in my backyard at any hour of the day or night and the grass feels like silk under my feet. The winter stars are still showing; if I look “west” of the moon, at about 2 o’clock in the night sky, there’s Orion, big and bold, looking the same as he does when it’s ass-freezin’ time out; he, for all the world, as my daughter said after a quick glance earlier this winter: “Looks like a guy wearing a skirt.” And we didn’t giggle; we laughed. It’s going to be in the 50s and low 60s F this week, which is still balmy for April in the northern U. S.
If you’re ever confused about how to spell “you’re” or “your” in your writings, just remember this silly joke: A man plunks down on the couch in his therapist’s office, having run to his appointment, not living far away, but waking up late and throwing on a t-shirt and running shorts, shoes and socks. As he parks his feet on the doc’s coffee table and starts to tell his troubles, the therapist says to him: “I can clearly see your nuts.” This won’t do anything for your ability to spell, but it may amuse you and make you realize that there are more important things than worrying about whether you get every word right.
Let’s hear some hippie music from a guy who could play a little guitar.