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My Writing.com experience continues...30 Day Blog Challenger, Andre the blog Monkey's Banana Bar Founder, Aging Baby Boomer. Here you'll find a warm welcome, maybe I'll make you laugh out loud - That's my goal. Thanks for visiting. |
I'M BEGINNING TO LIKE THIS BLOG ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** YOU CAN TOO  MUSE APPROVED ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** 30 Day Blogging Challenge PROMPT for January 28, 2020 What's a topic you've always thought would be a great 30dbc discussion, but has never come up in the prompts? Why do you think it would stimulate discussion? Sexuality was the first thing that came to my mind. I'm not sure if I should be telling you this. I don't think there has been a prompt on the topic of sexuality. I'm not saying I want to see prompts on the topic. I don't think I could write a very interesting blog entry on the topic of sexuality, maybe a poem, I don't know. Every day I find a blog entry where the writer took the prompt in a different direction or wrote something deserving of further discussion. I may have even written an entry or two like this. Additionally, people write extremely thoughtful comments, again, deserving of further discussion. I see an opportunity to mine the entries and comments for blog prompts from the previous day. I think this could be interesting to try. At one time there was an entry fee of 10 prompts before you were added to the blog challengers' list. Maybe you still do have this rule and I just didn't turn any in, but that was a good way to generate prompts. You might try instructing the bloggers to include the ten prompts in their first entry, so they don't just barge in and start writing blog entries without suppling some prompts to the war chest. I like prompts that allow you to play a game. truth or fiction options, where people can decide whether the entry was true or made up, in the comments. I think I will host a 5-Day Truth or Fiction Blog Challenge in February over at the Banana Bar. I'll go work on that. |
I'M BEGINNING TO LIKE THIS BLOG ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** YOU CAN TOO MUSE APPROVED ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** 30 Day Blogging Challenge PROMPT for January 27, 2020 Discuss a time in your life when someone has tried to "fix" or "solve" a problem for you - but you didn't see it as a problem in the first place. How do you generally handle unsolicited opinions/advice? Brother Nature Yard-Care was the name of the yard-care business I started and operated for 11 years. My youngest brother and I had a yard-care business together for six years before that. I closed my yard-care business when we moved out of the city and took up residence in Sunset Bay. The point I'm trying to raise is: I know a thing or two about lawns and growing grass. (Not that kind of grass) I enjoy the work and the reward earned in performing yard maintenance and landscaping. I was looking forward to transforming our yard at the lake into an amazing display of landscaping excellence featuring a large green, lush, healthy, weed-free lawn. We moved in just before the snow arrived, so it wasn't until April that I was able to begin work on the lawn. The front yard is approximately 900 sq. FT with a small ornamental pond center-right, The back is an oddly shaped 1800 sq. FT including a large rectangular garden, which I was returning back to lawn space. I began by giving the entire property a spring clean up. (raking, grass cutting, string trimming, I worked a solid 6 hrs) I met our new neighbor, Norm. We spoke for quite a while. Norm mentioned a couple of times how he cut the grass for the previous owners. And I mentioned back a couple of times that I would be taking care of my own lawn-care chores. I should clarify that we were still in the process of moving to the lake and were just going there on weekends at this time. So now it makes sense when I say, the next weekend I cut the grass, and Norm came over on his riding-mower and started to help me cut my lawn. Afterward, we had a chat during which I mentioned that he didn't have to help me with my lawn work, and Norm reminded me that he used to cut the lawn for the previous owners. The next weekend I applied weed-control to the entire lawn. The weekend after that I cut the lawn, then put down an application of granular fertilizer as well as another application of weed control. It rained the night after I did this, which made for ideal conditions for over-seeding the entire yard. All of this was about 8hrs work and nearly $300.00 in lawn-care products. The following weekend when I arrive in Sunset Bay I'm greeted by a brown, dry, dead lawn, front and back. Someone had come and cut the lawn and literally shaved it. I was standing out in the middle of the deforestationated area thinking WTF! when Norm pops out between the hedge that separates our yards, and shouts, "Hey I cut your lawn for you." With what? With my lawn-tractor. It's umm kinda short. That way you don't have to cut it as often. What I really meant to say was, "It's cut way too short, it's burnt, dead!" Yeah, I had a problem with my mower, the cutting deck is broken, it pretty much just drags along the ground. Why didn't you just stop? Oh, it was like that before I started, my lawn tractor's been broken for a couple of weeks now. Last week I put about three hundred dollars worth of fertilizer, weed control, and grass-seed on the entire lawn, front and back. It doesn't look like it. I have to go in the house now, Norm. Norm and I had a couple more conversations before he stopped cutting my lawn. We formed some sort of slow withdrawal of services schedule. Norm moved away a couple of years ago, he was a pretty good neighbor, a very nice man, and he has a lovely family. Norm gets to be the double feature in today's blog entry because not only is he the lawn-killing lunatic unwanted lawn-care technogeek of Sunset Bay he is also the reigning king of unsolicited opinions/advice. How do I handle this? I just smile and nod. Smile and Nod. |
I'M BEGINNING TO LIKE THIS BLOG ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** YOU CAN TOO MUSE APPROVED ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** 30 Day Blogging Challenge PROMPT for January 26, 2020 Put on your creative thinking caps  Yesterday was Opposite Day! Today I want you to take an opposite point of view. Imagine a place you go to regularly - the gym, your regular coffee shop, wherever you choose. Take up the POV of the person at the counter, the bike across from you, anyone person you choose. What's your first impression of yourself? Is it the real you or one you plan and project? ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I am fully convinced that a picture is worth a thousand words, so my blog entry is already two thousand words long. Thanks for hanging in there! I'll try to wrap things up in a sentence or two. I'm the same person every day, regardless of where I am or who is in my presence. What people get when they meet me is someone who is polite, kind, generous, willing to help, willing to act, mostly what they will notice is that they will be treated with respect, and at some point, they may find something I say funny. There are people out there who may not see me this way, but that's on them, I'm happy being me and I won't change. That's a wrap! Happy Sunday. |
I'M BEGINNING TO LIKE THIS BLOG ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** YOU CAN TOO MUSE APPROVED ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** 30 Day Blogging Challenge PROMPT for January 25, 2020 CREATION SATURDAY! Put on your creative thinking caps You're headed down to Imagination Station to pick up your imaginary friend. Tell us about the friend - is it human? Humanoid? Animal? Talking banana? Three-headed monster who's afraid of heating blankets? What's their story? Likes/Dislikes? What name do they answer to? Why are they in your life? Don't forget to tell us how your friend ended up at the station in the first place! This is one of those gut-churning prompts that force me out of my comfort zone and obligate me to expose the raw, emotionally draining, truth of the traumatic experiences of my past imagined relationships. I was almost healed, well, as healed as one can expect. All the hours of attending imagination over-load support group sessions, and the many years of dealing with the pain through medicating and self-medicating, which is still medicating! is in jeopardy of being undone, because now I have to re-live the past emotional, imagined abuse and suffering I endured at the hands of my imagined past. Paranoia is not one of my delusions, but I can't help but think that this prompt was written to somehow antagonize me directly, or maybe there is a deeper conspiracy going on here directed, secretly, by the imagined 1%. As the prompter is fully aware, there is nobody waiting for me at Imagination Station. Not a friend, that's a fact. I bet the station is as busy with imaginated travelers, coming and going and making connections just like it was in the past when I associated with imagined friends. (I still can't bring myself to calling them, friends.) For the record, I'll clear up the notion that is widely held, which is... Andre the Blog Monkey is an imaginary friend of mine. He is not! Andre is an imagined business partner of mine, who is contracted to provide content for my writing efforts. When he's not doing that, he works independently on the Writing Dot Com site inspiring others to inject creativity and humor into their work. Sometimes Andre may only make a reader smile or wonder momentarily about something that would have not otherwise occurred the reader. That! is what Andre the Blog Mokey's job is. Andre is also a self-made bizzilionaire, and I've always said, "If you want to be successful, you have to surround yourself with successful people/muses. Additionally, Andre contracts the retail spaces at the Imagination Stations Inc. locations around the world. So if you buy a package of mints at an I-Station, thank a monkey. I know what goes on at Imagination Station, but I'm staying far far away, those imagined freaks are no friends of mine. At one time they were, or so I thought. We had some fun times in the past, those times are long gone and only serve to remind me that an imagined friend is not a loyal friend. Like the time when I was hanging with Goober, Stoney Joe, Evil Bulwealval, and the Mayhem Monkeys. We were having a rave party. I was having the best time of my life, and sure, maybe I was drinking a little too much, and smoking a little too much, and drinking a little too much, but... fun is fun and you can't beat fun. Then you learn who your friends really are once the police get involved. Why didn't Evil Bulwealval offer to drive? Evil B always did the driving in bad weather and is always eager to take the wheel during episodes of road rage, but as soon as the cops ask for the license and registration Evil B is nowhere to be found. Then when you tell the officer that it was Giant Rabbit's idea to go out and buy more booze, Giant Rabit is not there to accept responsibility. The only thing Giant Rabbit does for you is making the officers tighten those handcuffs another couple of clicks and fill out the paperwork to take a blood sample and search your house for illegal drugs. Now I'm starting to get angry all over again. It took me a lot of time to learn that these imagined friends are not very good friends at all, and my life would be much less dramatic and tragic without them involved in it. This is why I excommunicated all of them, even Sexy Sadie, who I miss the most, oh yeah... Sexy Sadie. I picked her up at the station more often than I want to admit, in fact, I deny ever spending hours of each day with her. I don't know Sexy Sadie. What are you talking about? Do me a favor, assumed and imagined reader. Forget everything I just wrote. I do have an imaginary friend waiting for me at the Imagination Station. I'll go pick her up a little later on. She's always there, waiting just for me. She looks like I want her to look like and wears what I imagine her wearing. Turn off the lights on your way out. Giggity. |
I'M BEGINNING TO LIKE THIS BLOG ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** YOU CAN TOO MUSE APPROVED ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** 30 Day Blogging Challenge PROMPT for January 24, 2020 Yesterday celebrated National Handwriting Day in the USA. How often do you still hand write anything substantial? Do you think the decline in children learning cursive writing will be a hindrance to their generation? I handwrite meeting notes, in a scribbler, and I've recently returned to keeping a 'Daytimer' I like to write using my mouse as my pen in Window's Paint. If this seems substantial, then yes. I handwrite several times a week. I was not aware there was a National Handwriting Day in the USA celebrated yesterday. Nobody tells me anything. I had no idea. In school, my son had difficulty printing letters, so much so, teaching him cursive wasn't even a consideration. Luckily for him, the use of keyboards was a common teaching tool at the time. (Something my generation did not have) This allowed him to complete almost all of his school assignments using a keyboard. He has graduated, taken college courses, and works in IT. He's part of a new generation that leaves behind very little handwriting samples. Most of our handwritten history has been digitized. I don't think we lose anything there. I don't think it will be a hindrance to their generation or future generations. Oh, they'll have hindrances alright, but leaving handwriting to the history books won't be one of them. YOU CAN KINDA SEE THE WRITING ON THE WALL [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] |
I'M BEGINNING TO LIKE THIS BLOG ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** YOU CAN TOO MUSE APPROVED ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** 30 Day Blogging Challenge PROMPT for January 23, 2020 Finish this story: A girl, sitting alone on a rock at the edge of the woods, jumps when she hears… A girl, sitting alone on a rock at the edge of the woods, jumps when she hears someone shout, "look out there's a bear coming straight fo" ... See what I did there? |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I'm partially awake, but I am numb from head to toe, my eyes are closed yet visions of passing shapes and dreamy figures fade in and out of my line of sight. Am I dreaming, I wonder? I sense a warm slippery string of drool rolling down my chin. I try to wipe it but the back of my hand disintegrates as it brushes my face. Then I'm aware of that smell. Aughgg yuck! like spoiled food and stale booze, putrid drunk monkey stench, I want to vomit, then It hits me. I become fully awake. Oh My Fucking God! We're on another bloody Writing dot com vacation. I look to my left, the entire environment spins but my head stays still. Sure enough, I see him, that crazy-ass monkey, Andre. Andre. ... Andre. ... Andre! ... Andre!!! WAKE UP! You're driving! "You know I hate to travel! How many times did I say I just want to stay home and be left alone. How did we end up out here in the .. in the ... in the... where the hell are we anyway? What the hell is going on here?" "We're on vacation Brother Nate! Amy said we had to go on a vacation. I know you hate it, so I drugged your drugs, and loaded you in the mayhem-mobile, long story - short,... Better put on some sun-screen this shit's about to heat the fuck up." "Amy said! Do you do everything Amy says now?" "Wouldn't you?" "Yeah, I guess. ... ... ... You stink!" "You'll get used to it." "Alright, so where are we going this time, and can we please just turn around and go home." "We'll be home soon enough. There's a little place I want to show you, it's just past that spiral galaxy on the left, and at the end of the worm-hole beyond the second moon of Depression." "Depression?" "Yeah, you wouldn't like it there." "I don't like it here." "Cheer up Natey old boy, we're going to have a blast." I closed my eyes for what seemed to be only a second or two, and everything seemed to pixelate away, swirl around, and re-configure, then turn blank. My next sensation was embarrassing pleasant and absolutely awkward. I'm not really sure what took place, but a seven-foot-tall, 450 pounds, outlaw biker with a beard like a mop gave me a great big hug and said, welcome to Rock n Roll Heaven. I'm Doc, the Roady. I'll be your host and tour guide. I looked over at Andre, he had that impish grin on his little round monkey face. Okay, I have to admit, this is a good one, I've always wanted to go to Rock n Roll Heaven. Things went spinning out of control, foul smells insulted my senses, there was more pixelating and disintegrating, lengthy streams of drool, then... poof! I'm back home and all is right with the world. "How was Rock n Roll Heaven," Leslie asks as if it's something that everyone does all the time? It was fucking awesome! First thing I did was go visit Buddy Holly, we jammed together, then got into an argument and had a fistfight. He won, but we both laughed about it. Then Jim Morrison dropped by and he and Andre got drunk as fuck. Jim's a poet, ya know. Swears a lot, and we had to keep telling him to put his shirt back on. Elvis Presley plays every night to a full house, but we couldn't get tickets. So we went to see John Lennon instead, I got a chance to talk to him backstage and he asked me about Yoko. I had to sort of pretend I knew something about her, so I said she's doing really well and always seems to have a hit song on the charts, but I think he knew I was lying. And you know how much I like Michael Jackson, so I asked where I could go see him, but I was told he wasn't there. Neither was Prince, but oddly enough, when it rains, it rains purple rain. The thunder is so loud, ba da ba da ba - ba da ba daba da - crash! John Bonham Moby dick ... dick ...dick. Then Neil Peart shows up and tells Bonzo to pack up his kit and fuck off. Bonzo looks at Neil and says, "I'm in no RUSH." Then they start hitting each other with drum sticks, just beating on each other. A crowd gathers and start cheering them on, people are pulling Bic lighters out and holding them in the air, lit. I asked Doc, "Is this normal for heaven?" Doc turns to me a says, "This is Rock n Roll Heaven, light up, and enjoy the show. A little later Stevie Ray Vahan invited me to play harmonica with him, and I smoked pot with, well with everybody, but mostly Janis Joplin. When I mentioned Janice Joplin, Leslie gave me that look, so I knew it wasn't a good idea to tell her the rest of that part of the vacation. Turns out that Gord Downy is Mayor of Rock n Roll Heaven and because we're both from Canada he gave me the keys to the city, but I lost them in the back seat of Jani... is that Andre?. Then Andre did something really stupid and ended up getting us kicked out of Rock n Roll Heaven. He dressed up like Keith Richards and shouted, "Here I am, sorry I'm late!" That pissed a lot of people off because they've been expecting Keith to show up at any minute for quite some time. Andre and I tried to make a run for it but Doc grabbed us both by the scruff of the neck, tossed us in the Mayhem Machine and told us to never come back. I'm going back though, I'm totally going back. |
I'M BEGINNING TO LIKE THIS BLOG ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** YOU CAN TOO MUSE APPROVED ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** 30 Day Blogging Challenge PROMPT for January 21, 2020 How much of your own life or the lives of people you know do you put into your writing? Do you mine your past for inspiration, or do you create wholly new places and characters? In my writing, including blog writing, I draw heavily on real-life events, people, thoughts, etc. It's never pure fiction because I often get my story ideas from real-life experiences, and a lot of times my characters are written with a particular person in mind. Write about what you know, right. Andre the Blog Monkey is a constant inspiration, but we have difficulty getting along at times. He's not a fan of my writing, so he tends to take over, which is fine, because he is the better author, and much more popular than I'll ever be. I'm blessed with a very keen long term memory, which provides an almost endless supply of story ideas, and it's always growing. The trick is to select the memories that would be of interest to readers. So yeah... All of the above and a drunk monkey muse. |
I'M BEGINNING TO LIKE THIS BLOG ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** YOU CAN TOO MUSE APPROVED ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** 30 Day Blogging Challenge PROMPT for January 20, 2020 Today is a national holiday is the US: Dr Martin Luther King Jr Day. Dr King believed that fear was the ultimate cause of hatred, prejudice, and violence. Do you agree or disagree with his assessment? Give examples. Do you have to be an American citizen to plead the fifth? I don't want to touch this one. I'll let you all in on a little secret, though. Don't tell my fellow Canadians, but I celebrate American Thanksgiving. (Every year for at least the past twenty years.) I take the day off. I watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. I put football games on TV. I make and share a big bountiful dinner meal. I even have a tradition of watching a Christmas themed movie or classic Christmas TV special in the evening. I enjoy the heck out of the day and I'm very thankful for it. Today I will celebrate (for the first time) Martin Luther King Jr. Day. God Bless America  “A lie cannot live.” – Martin Luther King Jr. "Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that." – Martin Luther King Jr. "The time is always right to do what is right." – Martin Luther King Jr. “Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness. ” – Martin Luther King Jr. “The function of education is to teach one to think intensively and to think critically. Intelligence plus character – that is the goal of true education.” – Martin Luther King Jr. "We may have all come on different ships, but we're all in the same boat now." – Martin Luther King Jr. “An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity.” Martin Luther King Jr. “Rarely do we find men who willingly engage in hard, solid thinking. There is an almost universal quest for easy answers and half-baked solutions. Nothing pains some people more than having to think.” – Martin Luther King Jr. “Shallow understanding from people of goodwill is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will.” – Martin Luther King Jr. “The past is prophetic in that it asserts loudly that wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows” – Martin Luther King Jr. “He who is devoid of the power to forgive is devoid of the power to love.” – Martin Luther King Jr. “I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right, temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant.” Martin Luther King Jr. “There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love.” – Martin Luther King Jr. “I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.” – Martin Luther King Jr. “Man must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression, and retaliation. The foundation of such a method is love.”– Martin Luther King Jr. “It is not enough to say we must not wage war. It is necessary to love peace and sacrifice for it.”– Martin Luther King Jr. “If you can’t fly then run - if you can’t run then walk - if you can’t walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward.”– Martin Luther King Jr. “Only in the darkness can you see the stars.” – Martin Luther King Jr. “Let no man pull you so low as to hate him.”– Martin Luther King Jr. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
I'M BEGINNING TO LIKE THIS BLOG ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** YOU CAN TOO MUSE APPROVED ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** 30 Day Blogging Challenge PROMPT for January 19, 2020 Write about something ordinary that brought you unexpected joy. TRUE HAPPINESS AWAITS THOSE WHO CLICK PLAY [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] There seems to be something very ordinary about today's blog prompt. I certainly did not expect the joy it brought. My fellow bloggers may also know the joy that overcomes you when that lightbulb switches on and you know what you're going to write for your entry. I've found some unexpected joy scattered throughout the blog entries and comments of this month's challenge. I was inspired to share additional information and write more detailed comments but was deterred by time constraints. I'll try to fill in some of the blanks in this entry in hopes that it will bring joy to all who read it. happy happy joy joy January 1, 2020 - The Once and Future Blog - I decided to not share this image created by Fivesixer   because I didn't want to scare people away from the website. MOLLY MUGGINSWORTH is real and haunts the basement of the Blogging Banana Bar. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** happy happy joy joy January 4, 2020 - Modnar is Not a Word - Appearantly it is, and Kåre Enga in Udon Thani   provided music/video proof.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yuVU8bwYIFI I did not find joy in this, however, I did find joy in purchasing Ms. Julie's Julie D - PUBLISHED!  book, On Purpose.Fivesixer corrected my broken links in the comments section, in case you missed it, I'll re-submit them here. Learn the joy, of book-buying. https://www.writing.com/main/redirect?htime=1579463218&hkey=acd02ffade3a2d3206a3... https://www.amazon.com/100-Norb-Aikin/dp/1949351009/ref=sr_1_fkmr0_1?keywords=No... happy happy joy joy January 5, 2020 - Dance Dance Dance - "Invalid Entry"  My most joyous entry.GO AHEAD PLAY THE SONG [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] happy happy joy joy January 7, 2020 - Nobody's Prefect - I began this entry by writing, 'Save and Edit I lost my first entry because my laptop crashed.' I've tried all the tech savvy fixes for this problem. Hitting the screen on the side, banging the mouse on the desk, turn it on and off. Then this purely genious hack. I put a baking cooling rack under my laptop, and it has only crashed two times since, and has been running well for the last eight days. happy happy joy joy January 8, 2020 - Me? No I Never Did Anything Like That - "Invalid Entry" I got a little lazy writing this entry and omitted some details from the fight scene on the roof, which inspired a couple comments from QPdoll  and Happy April 2024!  What happened was... The guys had a problem climbing onto the roof with the stuffed dummie in hand, and they broke the dummie in half. This is why they appeared to be holding it together as they gave it a beating. I knew something didn't look right. The beating was very short and they tossed the dummie off the roof in two pieces. (reason why crowd response was underwhelming) We did some other stupid shit in those days I plan to write on in the future. happy happy joy joy January 9, 2020 - I'm really not very hungry - I have shared some of my favorite recipes in my porfolio at
For tah2o who commented, "I have never heard of spaghetti made from a box kit! Interesting. Or, was it not? Fish from a box....fish sticks? Those would make for quite the combination, but still better (safer) than most of Andre's choices!" ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** And yes, Fish Sticks were a staple item. happy happy joy joy January 14, 2020 - ASSume NOT - "Invalid Entry" This took place several years after highschool. Mr.B hung out with a group of his teacher buddies at the track, a few of them I also had as teachers. After making my embarassing post race prediction, Mr. B walked over to his group of teacher friends, and I watched as he told them all what I had just said. I saw them laughing and looking over at me. A couple of them were compelled to come over and give me the gears. Mr. B is nearly 90 years old now, still goes to the track, and sometimes joins us at family celebrations. He mentions this story often and we all have a good laugh at my expence, which is fine, because... What ever brings joy, right. happy happy joy joy January 18, 2020 - I'll show you mine... - "Invalid Entry" "I played on one of the biggest stages in Winnipeg, *The Burton Cummings Theater. The theater was empty at the time, but I played my harmonica on the stage. (this is a good story but for another time)" "If you noticed the little knitted monkey sitting on the guitar, that's part of my item too. If you don't know about my monkeys, then you haven't known me very long." Further to Debi Wharton s comment - "Well, aren't you talented? Seriously, I'm impressed, I think you should create a YouTube channel for these talents for all to enjoy.I am also jealous of your camera. I have an older Nikon D90 with an AF Zoom-NIKKOR 70-300mm lens. I rarely use it, but I should be using it more with the grandchildren. I want to know more about the monkeys, sounds like a fun story there. You have piqued my interest." I helped a friend with a business venture and together we made a presentation to the owners of the Burton Cummings Theater. Our presentation went very well, and afterwards we were invited to have a tour of the theater, which BTW, is an incredible historic building. On our tour, we had to walk across the stage. As I walked across the stage I looked out into the seating area and imagined it full to capacity. (there was no way of stopping me from what I did next) I took a harmonica out of my jacket pocket (always carry a harp) walked up to the edge of center stage and started to play. My freind and tour guide turned back when they heard me play. My buddy, asked, with some concern, what are you doing? (I just kept playing) and the theater owner shushed him and said, let him play." Afterwards I answered my freinds question. I may never get this opportunity again, and now I can say, "I played the Burton Cummings Theater." I've had this thing with monkeys all of my life; Not so much live monkeys, but imagined monkeys. I recall the day this infatuation began, and I will write about this at some future time. I think this was Andre the Blog Monkeys first visit to the vacant and vast sound stage which is my imagination. I hope you enJOYed your day. Peace out |
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