Days of My Life

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I’m supposed to be working on an online class that’s work-related, but I couldn’t resist droppin’ in while I had access to some free wifi.

I have to tell you that it feels like Stella is hitting her groove again. I’ll be back in the pocket on Tuesday with fresh material I hope.

I saw Fantasia in concert last night and jammed with a fellow old head when she brought it with “Purple Rain.” Some of her tween fans didn’t know what the heck was going on. I love that song!! The stranger with whom I was singing along and I both agreed that a lead guitar was necessary to pull of Prince’s legendary riffs, but the performance floated well anyway. She squashed rumors that she’s been off having babies and revealed that she’d actually been recovering from surgery. She looks fit, but I can’t understand for the life of me why she’s marked up about half of her brown skin with HYUGE tattoos. Escapes me completely.

Another thought: it was an outdoor concert. For the life of me I can not understand why with all the space that is outdoors someone felt the need (make that two someones) to have their breasts in my back. I snapped at no small number of Bey-Bey’s kids and their mommas, AND checked one chick for waving her cancer stick too close to my face–that would be two feet to be exact. Why do people feel that concerts give them a pass to ignore the rules of personal space?!! I voluntarily moved from the front of the stage to far away from it after Fanny began her set and had a far better time.

Moving on: What do you do about nasty neighbors? I have one who insists on letting his dog crap in front of my house!! It stinks like, well, you know, and we live entirely too close for that. The sidewalk patch of grass is in front of my house, but there is enough grass across the street for him to walk his dog if he weren’t being such a lazy aspirin!! He does a good job of looking out for my house, but dude is just old and straight NASTY!!! Clearly my neighbor needs to check out dog-gonepoo.com (see their logo above). We share a porch; his trash always ends up on my side. The final straw has been me spotting some of his critters in my house. I’ve got to find a way to broach the subject without having a shouting match; I, of course, would be the one shouting as we’ve spoken before and he always denies any wrongdoing, even though he’s the only one on the whole block with a dog big enough to produce the crap I see and smell that attracts all the area flies. I hear from another neighbor that the inside of his house is just as bad. I need a new method to make my point because I’m considering moving. I don’t want to start praying because I don’t want the poor man to wake up dead, but seriously, something’s got to give. Any suggestions?

Yall be good now, and I’ll holla at you soon.

Peace.