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Jane Fonda’s book

I went to my favorite book store in Great Bend… “The Goodwill.” Almost instantly I saw a thick book with the words, Jane Fonda written across the spine. The book jacket was missing (So what!)… Anyway, I picked it up and wondered if I could find some way to have her sign it… But let’s be real here!

Wouldn’t it be nice to just drop the thing in the mail to her address and have her sign it and send it back? Very unrealistic, but I deal in the unrealistic. I can do that sort of thing every day in my art. Why does the rest of the world have to be so inaccessible?

Well, I almost put the book back on the shelf. As I was putting it back, I flipped open the front cover and like magic… There was her signature on a book plate. I had a signed copy of Jane Fonda’s book. It was absolutely incredible!

I’m reading it now and I would have been a fool to not have bought it signed or not.

I’m young compared to some people, but I’m starting to feel old. My eyes have been going bad for years. I went from no glasses to glasses. I just got through with a whole lot of work on my teeth. There’s allot artificial in my mouth even though the roots are one-hundred percent mine…. Still.

Then last mouth some time… I don’t have the exact date, but my hearing went south and now I’m just a little scared, but what the hell can I do? I’ve got this appointment with the ear person for a hearing aid. Crap! I’ve got to face the fact that I’m falling apart a piece at a time. I guess that’s what they call old.

When I was just a kid (and that wasn’t that long ago and maybe that’s a sign my mind is going as well), but I thought that old people were just created that way. I mean, my grandfather was always old and he was supposed to die on me and then my parents were supposed to do the same thing, but it wasn’t going to happen to me. Well, what the hell was I supposed to think. They didn’t teach “Old” in school back then and anyway I wouldn’t have been listening… and here it is.

That, old guy crap I kid around with, was all just a joke. Everyone is susposed to laugh. I wasn’t old last month, but this one is different. My hearing is getting bad and that is something I can really feel and hear.

I have hopes that my new hearing person is a really pretty chick that acts professional, and I really hope this little trip puts a really nice thing in my ear to make me feel young again. I have my fingers crossed.

And by the way… I have more pictures for you to look at and that always makes me feel young. Enjoy! I expect six dozen comments this time instead of the usual one or two. Thanks anyway!

Thank you Hannah Johnson for the birthday gift of colored pencils. They go so well with my marker pens that I intend to use them together from now on. This drawing is black ink, colored pencil and magic marker. It was just magic.

Last thursday, Marcella and I went to the weekly band concert in the park, except its July and the concert is no longer in the park, because it’s supposed to be too hot for people to be outside. What the hell did we do back when I was a kid and we didn’t have airconditioning?

We went to the band concert in the park and we went went rain or shine and we went when it was hot, that’s what we did. I can’t remember one time the ambulance coming up and hauling away anyone for heat stroke. I guess we would see it six times these days because everyone is so hooked on the re-conditioned air.

Well, I didn’t like the idea, because going across the street and having the band concert in the old theather is repugnant to me. The whole point of having a community band concert in the park is to do it in the park. Now we have to see it inside the over-air conditioned theater and I don’t even think that is healthy at all. The ambulance will start showing up for people with hypothermia.

I have only one other thing to bitch about and that is why independence day has to be such a military excersise. Sure we had to go to war to get ourselves free of British rule, but do we have to keep on fighting that war year after year. Why can’t we just celebrate it with things peaceful. Why all the bombs bursting in air and the continious rattle of machine gun fire.

Well, I guess I’m just in a bad mood, because I still have left over feelings from the Bush administration. I simply couldn’t force myself to stand up in the community affairs and acknowledge I was a vet of a war, because I was sick of the president of the United States going around trying to start them so he could be a War President.

Thursday night, the concert was full of military style marches and when the conductor asked all the Vets to stand up to be acknowledged… I still couldn’t do it.