Sunday, July 25, 2010


Hello Again Readers,

Only a year ago I was, by circumstance, a daily blogger. My lung condition left me sidelined for the better part of '09 and 'things to do' have been piling up. Having lead an active and full work life this slow-down has changed my day to day perspective a bit. I still hack the demons out several times a day - usually 20minutes or so in the morning and for 10 minutes or so when I first hit the sack at night. The last couple of days our little family was the guest of our friends, Herman & Ruth at their oceanside home on the Oregon coast. The sea air did wonders for me and we had a splendid time. I have noticed how much better I feel when I am breathing sea air.
Anyway, I recently finished my first guitar project and it turned out better than expected! In keeping with my new slower paced life I find that the satisfaction I get from working on stringed instruments with the family nearby is as sweet as ripe melon. For the last 6 weeks or so I have made a couple of 20 minute chunks of guitar practice time every day. Not easy and the time has been at the expense of my blog. I really do enjoy writing about our 'sorta, kinda, well almost, nearly normal' life. realistically I am hoping for a early every Sunday post, before the rest of the family wakes up.
And the Nap Notion.
Well, it was recently brought to my attention that some study somewhere or the other, found that humans, by nature, should nap everyday between the hours of 1 and 3 pm. Sounds right to me.


Thursday, July 15, 2010

Going To Canadian Rockies To Visit Aticama Neighbors

It is now 7:15 pst, evening is upon us Readers,

The musty troder (and newly renamed) 'Flying Pig' is loaded, the kids are ready, Ahab is nearby, Charley is secure as a lizard can be, and Weng is putting the final blast off details to task. We blastoff for British Columbia, Canada at 7:30, my favorite time of day - never to early, never to late. Our destination is to reach Caroline and Bill's home by this time tomorrow for Caroline's 50th Birthday. Got to run for now....

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Mexican Dirt

Hello Again,

Hard to believe that one week has passed since Uncle Bill and I were sitting in Mexico. After a long flight we finally arrived back in Portland, Oregon to some pretty nice weather. For a day or two, that is. Then the rains began again. Yikes! In my 33 years here I have never seen such weather. And it has been a busy time indeed! Some time ago I got this crazy idea to give a try at restoring vintage guitars. Not really to make money at it, but rather for the personal satisfaction of it all.

I have been playing guitar now for 50 years. Wow, now that is a while. About 24 years ago or so, I owned a night club, named The Pyramid. In a late night card game I won an old Martin 0 series guitar. Not really much to look at at the time, it has a bigo' hole in the back and is missing all hardware. Recently I took it out of storage and gave it a second thought. Wouldn't it be nice to hear her sing? Years ago I repaired guitars so I thought, "well, its raining outside, so why not polish my skills?" The notion was born so I bought a few old Ovation guitars on ebay in need of tlc to practice on. I have really enjoyed it. Today I am laying a finish spray on a walnut stained 'shallow bowl' 6 string. Should be fun.

Now about Mexican Dirt. I take offense over the old hack "Dirty Mexican". Fact is, all countries on earth are dirty. In parts of Mexico (mainly near the US border) it is desert. In other parts it is high cedar tree covered mountain, and, in my particular case - Tropical Bay. The tropics smell different. Feel different. I like that. So much, that when I return from south of the border, I cannot bring myself to shower off the dirt for a couple of days. In this I am lucky to have a very understanding wife!! This time it is a record. With the cold and gloomy summer weather here this year, I have gone a record week without a shower, somehow hoping the soil from my travels would make somesort of dent in my own attitude. It did. After I spray the guitar I will reluctantly spray my self with hot water and peppermint soap.