Dawg days.

Things are heating up around here. Not surprising. I left the mansized tuber in charge of the thermostats. Bugger was born in a greenhouse, what the hell was I thinking?

Well, summer is upon us, friends. No, not summer by the calendar, but rather summer by the sweat of the brow. Or so it goes in the northern climes of the northern hemisphere, on that land mass known as "North America", just below the mighty lake Ontario, maker of much snow in the darker months - a kind of ice goddess, if you will. (Hell, even if you won't.) It doesn't take much to raise the temperature in the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill - all that brick, you know, baking in the direct sunlight, no trees to protect us. It's like spending a night in the box. Sure wish you stop trying to help me, Captain.

Okay, so... what's my summer project going to be? Could be any of a number of things. As Big Green has no interstellar tour booked, I may play a few gigs with my old cover band, Putting On The Ritz (a.k.a. the only group with an audience that can put up with me for more than five gigs in a row). Well, that's one thing. Another is to get a podcast going - a project Matt and I had started, then forgotten about, maybe six months ago. Could try that again. Then there's all those recordings lying around either half-finished or just gathering dust. Summer might be a good time to sort through all that stuff.

Then there's recording, of course. We could try that, for a change. Let's not get crazy.

Matt's been working on his Facebook posts from Spring Farm Cares - video postings and blog entries. Check it out. I've been liking it o-plenty. Now that's a summer project, friends. Would that I could be that ambitious. About the best I can do is sit around strumming Ian Anderson songs on Matt's battered 1978 Aspen six-string acoustic. Hey - set up a Web cam and there's your podcast, buck.

Hmmm. How many more problems can I solve sitting on my ass? Not sure. It's TOR:CON 4 over here at the hammer mill. Batten down the hatches!

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