Sunday at The Boatslip 1992.

It starts like this...
“We’d like to remind you to keep both feet on the dance floor at all times...”

I found this cassette tape when going thru things this weekend. Of course I popped the tape in and was immediately smiling with that warning! The Boatslip is still home to the famous Tea Dance every Sunday in season.  The music is beat-mixed to perfection and while the 90’s were not my favorite I still love this tape as one of the silly musical benchmarks in my life. I was still going to clubs and dancing the night away, had a girlfriend, and still owned two Technics 1200 turntables which were the holy grail of turntables for DJ’s. Life would have appeared to be really good at that time for me. It was a couple lifetimes ago really.

My life has always been music-centered. And there has always been change in taste and genre but I can usually appreciate the music I loved from way back. And I am not just talking about Led Zeppelin. Ok, the one caveat to that is my early recovery days when I had a a lesbian therapist and she had me listening to sappy feminist recovery music. I actually can’t do that kind of music at all..

There is always time for music. I just wish the cassette player at my mom’s had auto play insted of me having to stop what I’m doing to flip the thing. But if that is the biggest bee in my bonnet then it’s a good day.


The coolest kid I know.

I have a pal here in Bisbee who is truly cooler than anyone I have ever known. It's effortless and I would call her enigmatic. She has the world at her feet and she probably doesn't even know it.

And she's 18.

She gives me hope for the future.

I am teaching her how to drive a stick shift. As I have assured her that it's beyond cool to be able to drive vintage cars like VW's and maybe a Porsche to name my own personal favorites. We are two lessons in, and I think that she is gonna have it down within the next 2 lessons. I also need to get her out on the road and just talk to her about driving etiquette and safety.

Her dad gets really anxious about her driving so he was happy to hear I was willing. Plus, I have an extra Acura or I can help her score a deal on a VW station wagon and both are a stick shift. So it's necessity and real possibility merging into the moment.

She is also the drummer/vocalist for The Exbats who are by far the best band in Bisbee. So I feel like I get to give back to them by helping her get confident in her driving skills. I will pile her in the truck (automatic) to and have her just drive without needing to worry about shifting to log some good time behind the wheel. I honed my patience while driving being a tour manager and driving precious cargo (musicians) through the absolute worst traffic in all of the traffucked cities across the US.

Also, it's crucial to mention that The Mother Unit spent years teaching people driving and I feel like her calm demeanor and support definitely made me a better driver and that in a way this is part of paying forward all she did to help others drive better and all she has done for me.

And so far, my friend has not burnt out my starter or clutch and she has not left the transmission in the middle of the road. I doubt that I am the best instructor but I do know that being supportive is a damn good thing.


It's all so complicated.

Busy day up in The Baked Pueblo yesterday but totally productive.

There are days where it's laid back and easy, and then there are days like yesterday... with calculated strikes and close watching of time to make sure I get everything done and get where I need to be without on schedule. The days are always so much better when The Mother Unit is feeling good like yesterday.

After my successful run up there I hurried back to see The Exbats at what I will call my least favorite venue in Bisbee. It's my least fave because they seem to always have sound problems. It never gets dialed in.

And true to form... the fucked up The Exbats last night and I walked out. So. Disappointing.

There are times I think I should place shows there and then the whole sound thing rears its ugly head and I know in my heart that I cannot subject the artists or the audience to that kind of torture. 

Never again... not for live music anyways.

This morning I woke up late and decided to give myself some space to meander around the house and slowly get out the door. I even gave myself a game of pinball which started out as a garbage game with a score of 700,00 at 4 balls in. My average score is 2,500,00-3,500,00 most good days. I was not going to give up. I powered through, getting an extra ball then getting multi-ball and eventually another extra ball and another multi to finish with a score of 4,788,000. But literally, during that game, I stopped to drink an entire cup of coffee, thought about how much I loved my mom, cried a little, and then circled back to disappointment about The Exbats show last night. 

Judas Priest!

Crazy rollercoaster!

And Thursdays is generally a day I go back to work and play clean-up for all the stuff they didn't do. So I am gonna guess the crazy rollercoaster will continue. It's a virtual Matterhorn over here in Tiny Town.


A Pat On My Back.

I'm pattin'.


I got my main chore done for the day.

Halfway through..., it was looking tedious. Exasperated by the incessant barking from the small bored dogs next door.

This is about half of the refuse.

I am proud that I stayed the course and did what needed to be done to maximize the Brush and Bulky Collection. I did call for some bagging help, and it was money well spent. I'm kinda sore, kinda tired, but seriously pleased with myself. Thought about staying up there and doing more work, but decided that one day was enough for this weekend. I got a bum knee right now and my bed is a good place to prop up my sore parts. 

Yard work?

It’s 80 so ething degrees out and I am doing yard work. 

Let. That. Sink. In. 

I am in Tucson doing yard work. Sadly, it’s to take advantage of Brush and Bulky Collection. Certainly not because I like yard work or that I am hyper vigilant... but because the city is picking it up for free. 

Burning a day off but doing all the next right things. It’s also keeping my mind busy after a very close moment with a boxer puppy that had me aching for the days of dog ownership. Shit.. that dog is gonna be a good one.  It’s just not quite time for me to have one. 

My heart is a little cracked today. 

But the front yard is done. Now time for the back.  Ugh. 


And it went from 0 to 48mph and then back to 0.

The National Day of Eating.

So much prep. So much hype. And...

Damn. That tasted pretty good!

This is what the feast for three people looked like in transit.  

This is what my National Day of Eating looked like.

The Mother Unit was in good spirits, and while I wasn't there all day, it was the perfect calculated mission. She ate nearly everything on her plate and passed on pie after because she was too full.  Fine by me. She ate well.

I got home just a little before 6pm and realized how grateful I am every day (ok... most days) for this time with her. It may not be a glamorous or exciting life I am creating but it's certainly got some super good human connection and community.

Yup. I'll take it.


Never forget...

Everything prepped.
Most stuff pre-cooked by me.
Drive to Tucson.
Go to make gravy....

No. Fucking. Flour.

Are you kidding me?

Oh well... if that’s my biggest problem today I am good.

Off to see The Mother Unit in a bit.

Grateful as hell for so much. And it’s a beautiful day!


Savoring friendship.

Had a friend visiting this weekend.

The motel across the street has truly become the best guest room I could have fashioned. I live in small houses. People don't wanna be in each other's space that much. Maybe it's me that just wants to be able to get up early and drink coffee at 5:30 or 6 a.m. without worrying about waking someone up? Meh... whatever.

The weekend was full of good food, conversation (mostly about aging parents and how we as the children are better people for stepping up), and a couple little road trips to just look and see.

This three-day visit has me keenly aware of how I miss hanging with my pal who moved to Bisbee but has been doing her thang in Warren and rarely wants to meet up in Old Bisbee to hang. But the truth is, I still honor and cherish that friendship while learning to let it have its space.

Nothing like having pals come from far away after not seeing them for years to give me gratitude for the pal I have right here. Funny how that worked.

An easy weekend for me now it's crunch time from here out to get my mom's house organized/cleaned out and sold. A daunting task for sure, but it has to happen soon.

I cooked turkey last night till 10:30 pm. It came out nice. The trek up to The Baked Pueblo on Thursday will have my little car smelling of all things delicious and hopefully, I can get back to Tiny Town early enough to get a few hours in at work to make sure I'm not buried on Friday.

It's coffee season...

Speaking of which, where is my cup?


What the shell is for.

There are times when being a Cancerian is tough to deal with.

Every once in a while I completely retreat into my shell and just exist. In these shell-filled times, I often get very productive on the homefront, but perhaps a little too introverted for my liking.

I more or less had a weekend like that but I did drag myself out to hear some music for Sidepony Fest. And as soon as the sets I wanted to hear were done, I went back home and back in my shell.

I think it's a feeling of being vulnerable that has me retreating. I am not 100 % with my knee having gotten tweaked at pickleball. Nothing like grappling with a body that is refusing to do what you want it to bring out all the feels.

There is usually a soundtrack to this kind of mood.

This last weekend it was a band called The American Dollar.  It's all instrumental, has some Sigur Ros type elements, and it just flows nicely in the background. Not morose, not pop music. I gotta get outta my shell though. Work is busy, the weekly trip to The Baked Pueblo waits for no one, and I have shit to do around here that requires a little more human interaction.

Six days in a shell... I live in this Shangri-La called Bisbee for a reason. I can shell it or shuck it. And this town just lets me be true to whatever the fuck I need to be.

This is a sample of what the soundtrack in and outta my head has been...


27 Different Things.


Lots of ‘em.

I did dumb little projects all weekend. Things like cutting to size then putting filter material in floor vents, firing up the heated mattress pad since it was laundry day and that makes it easy. Getting down comforters and blankets out from the depths of the house, and hitting the hardware store for materials to hang some lights outside. Those were the notable things. There was unpacking too..

And that made way for putting things up, putting things away, and putting things in a box to give away.

A couple of good things set in motion for a future project, and by the end of the year I should have a huge shift in the enegy here in the house. And architectural element measuring 79x48 will add a great deal of awesome to the place. At least I think it will..

I marched in the kazoo band for the BRATS Parade as my main outing for the weekend. Fun, silly,, and very Bisbee. Good times! There is always a chance to participate. It’s just a matter of doing it.


Cloven hooves.

Well, it finally happened.

The javelina pack came to visit my trash can last night.

There have been a handful of times that I was awakened at the old house by the sound of cloven hooves on the porch. This time they came down concrete steps, tipped the can, at the rotten carrots, nibbled some empty containers that had contained vegan curry, and did their best to spread trash to the widest ratio they could muster.

Of course, I didn't discover this till leaving for work.

Well... poop.

But I knew it was the javelinas. Dogs wouldn't have torn thru the carrots. Later at work, a neighbor who came in for a bag of coffee confirmed we had both been on the path of destruction of The Quality Hill Javelinas.

Time to get my gate situation together. I gotta do that anyhow to start thinking about dog-proofing the yard. So much to do. And grateful to have the chance to pull this place together in a way that it fits me.



A lovely crisp morning here in Tiny Town.

Slippers, long sleeve shirt, and pondering something other than short... though I haven't made that commitment yet. I'm off to work in an hour so the bare legs will prolly power through.

Work has been busy. Lot's of folks reigniting the love of the jitter juice. I dunno what I'd do without coffee. I hope my body never pulls a fast one on me to have me give it up.

I put a different (and new to me) couch in my living room over the weekend. It has completely transformed the space and I truly scored the perfect couch, not only for me... but for this new space I live in.

As usual, it was a 1/16th of an inch of leeway to get it in the door. Wait, I had to pop the door off its hinges and remove the feet from the said couch... but dammit... we got it in! Nowhere near as traumatic as moving the stackable washer/dryer in.

Little things happening each week, helping to pull this place together. Still, plenty to paint/caulk, put away etc. I have to honor what this place wants me to do, and what really fits in way of feng shui and functionality. It's a weird dance for me. And I still have too much stuff. Now it's time to save up for the next construction project where I open up the wall behind the sofa (to breakfast bar height) to let in more light. That's most likely on the project list. As soon as I get a real estimate of cost. If it's too much then I'll scrap it. With any luck, I can sell the other couch to fund a portion of this.

But while all this and so much more is in my head, I can take comfort in knowing my new couch is a nap waiting to happen that doesn't take over the whole footprint of the tiny living room.


Is there a hum?


On one of the social media platforms regarding goings-on in Bisbee, there has been some talk of a hum in the town. Some say it's the vent from the Queen Mine, some say cell tower...

Perhaps it's the music that usually starts at my house around 5:30 or 6 a.m.?

The fact that starting the day with music always makes for a better day is proven. Just like a good cup of coffee, it's good to the core. When my focus is on keeping it super simple, it's amazing how better the days are.

Do the next right thing.
Be a big ball of love.
Do things you enjoy.
Stay connected.

Fueled by coffee and music.

I think Lonnie Gordon would be shocked at how a gazillion years after first hearing "I'm Gonna Catch You" I still have absolute joy in my heart.

And while this video from the early 90's is not much more than a jukebox to play the song and a testament that she is a beautiful woman... this is the song currently playing at 6:15 in the morning in my house.

Is that a hum?

Not exactly.