I am sitting on the back porch with the laptop in my lap. Is that not where it is supposed to be? The sun is shining, and the birds are chirping. I can hear a lawnmower somewhere in the distance. They say that storms will be overhead later in the day. That is typical for a June afternoon in Tennessee.
Unused firewood is taking up one corner of the deck. It is beside some chairs that are fading in the sun. I can see the strand of a spiderweb attached to one of them as the sunlight glistens off of it. I suppose that I should knock it down, but the spider has spent a lot of time working on it.
It is a relaxing time, and nothing much is going through my mind. There are no clever ideas for a post. There are no psychoses that need to be addressed. It is simply a normal porch-sitting experience.
With nothing to write about, I could end the post, but it does not seem right to stop at 177 words. At least, that is how many words WordPress said I had typed when I typed 177. Instead of stopping, I will turn on the iPod and see what it going on. After that, I will go back to staring at the trees. There is a dead one out there that needs to be dealt with.
“Tetragon” by Woody Shaw
“Save My Soul” by Blues Saraceno
“Fly Away” by John Denver
“Let The Good Times Roll” by Ray Charles
“You Got That Right” by Lynyrd Skynyrd
“The Day Begins” by The Moody Blues
“Loving Her Was Easier” by Kris Kristofferson
“You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin'” by The Righteous Brothers
“Come Fly With Me” by Frank Sinatra
“Tulsa Time” by Don Williams
“Thunderstruck” by AC/DC
“Sweet Georgia Brown” by The California Ramblers
“Lucifer” by The Alan Parson Project
“Slip Away” by Clarence Carter
“Rollin'” by Big and Rich
“She Loves You” by The Beatles
“Amie” by Pure Prairie League
“I Wanna Be Sedated” by The Ramones
“The Beat” by Lou Johnson
“Drops of Jupiter” by Train
SBI: A Thinning Crowd 