This Is An Interesting Post....April Fools!!!!

Good morning everyone;  it's about 8:12 in the evening, central standard time...

I spent about  8 bucks on a bottle of Barefoot cabernet sauvignon last night around the approach of midnight, thinking it might be better than the $5.49 bottle of Gallo.

The other 8  dollar choice was the Yellow Tail brand.

Both of these,  I have found to be good values, being just as good as the just under $20 bottles. The Yellow Tail, in particular, benefits from the exchange rate between US dollars and whatever kangaroo money they use down there. Plus, the vineyards are not on as expensive real estate as the one's in California.

California wine has  their Governor Newsome's fiscal hijinks baked into the price tag. This should have detered me from getting the Barefoot, but I suppose I had some lingering brain fog from having had to switch off the sardine fast, after having mismanaged the monthly fish fund..

I may have  diverted too much money to the wine account.

Winn Dixie was  going out of business and had wine 75% off. A rare opportunity to try bottles normally priced at around $50 that are worth every penny at that price. But, having them for sale at $12.50 was, in effect, an insideous way to get me to spend 50% more on the nightly bottle of Cabernet..

There are few  meals more delightful than a good can of sardines and a Federalist Cabernet...

The Barefoot wine  was disappointing, and I have noticed that almost all the 2023 vintage has been pretty poor.

That makes sense,  as these were made during the "pandemic" when the grapes probably had to be picked by gloved hands by mask wearing people who had to stand 6 feet apart while picking; and probably had sore arms from intra-muscular injections, if that is indeed how that gene altering, vulnerability to the next strain they create, concoxion was administered. I don't know.

I have the  vivid memory of having to get a Covid19 test, so that I could bring the "negative" result document to Harrah's Casino so I could cash in some chips that I'd gotten in my tip jar, before the economic war was waged by the tech and pharma oligarchs against the oil tycoons.

Taking every automobile  off the streets of the world was indeed a stroke of genius. Kind of funny to think of the masses cowering in terror inside their dwellings, just because some billionaire wanted to teach some OPEC billionaires a lesson.

I had my  little paper document indicating that I hadn't gotten "the virus," (did anyone, really, or was that the "seasonal" flu just repurposed, with things like ivermectin kept out of the public consciousness to insure that there would be enough "victims" to keep up the ruse?) and was able to get past the masked security lady at Harrah's.

Next, I encountered  a group of about 25 people, who were gathered just beyond the entrance, and who broke into a thunderous ovation as I walked past.

They must have  thought I'd gotten the jab, and they were applauding...that. Wow, given what we know now.

These were the  "useful idiots" I had heard so much about, I thought. "Tribal stupidity," anyone?

They believed the  mainstream media narrative. It was on "every" channel and even PBS and NPR, so...

I was tempted  to hold up my proof of negative result and announce: "I just got a negative test result so I could come in here and cash out some chips; there ain't no way I'm taking that experimental therapy. With the main reason being; well...you guys..."

But I just  let it go and let them think I had switched "teams" and was just awaiting further orders from my antenna TV..

And, so I  also let it go here... 

Back To The Present: Wednesday, April 1st 

My food money  came in at midnight but, by then I had already had a 5.5 ounce tin of Sardinas brand sardines with a $3.99 + tax bottle of shiraz from Trader Joe's. The next bottle up price-wise is the Trader Joe's brand coastal Cabernet Sauvignon at $5.99 + tax.

After than 10%  taxation the total comes to $6.58. I had counted my cash and had exactly $6.58. It seemed like a no-brainer, when adhering to the Law of Attraction to just pay no mind to details; I should have just emptied my pockets onto the register as if it were preordained, but..

I would have  been walking out penniless, with a really nice red wine as good as any "under $20" bottle..but I had balked at the "penniless" part. Was I going to need to ride a street car or something?

So, there I  sat with the lesser wine and decided to stay in and work on recording my guitar along with a metronome then overdubbing drums played "live" by me on the keyboard along with it.

Then I had  a smörgåsbord of drum beats that I could switch between measures and try against different guitar rhythms. The measures or bars that came out "perfectly" I could make repeat and create whole new songs out of.

That fun must  have lasted till around 4 a.m. because here I was, waking up at around 12:30 p.m. on this Wednesday..

I look forward  to hearing what I created. This is another new phenomena. I had habitually been reluctant to play back the previous night's work the next day; afraid that I wouldn't respect it in the morning, type of thing...

It was immediately  out in the sun with me, after I brewed a cup of coffee, using enough grounds for a pot for just one large cup, to do the morning papers, as prescribed by Julia Cameron in her "The Artist's Way" book that I'm still in week 1 (of 12) in. But I am fervently and conscientiously working that "week 1" program.

The 3 handwritten  pages (which I'm supposed to file away without re-reading) just came rolling off my 1.6mm ball point; words appearing like on a screen at the back of my forehead; like a teleprompter channeling Bob Dylan or Leonard Cohen...or... Jimmy Buffet?

Fine, Indeed!

I just started  liking and appreciating fine point pens after having hated them all these 63 years or so..

You have to  press much more lightly with them and basically write smaller. I used to hate the thin line they made, especially when writing on a single sheet of paper upon a hard surface. I thought that they accentuated any jerkiness in one's penmanship, which they indeed do, but only if you are pressing down hard on them. I had been buying the Bic Crystal® ball points that have the largest (1.6mm) points on them and writing on sheets that had the padding of the rest of the pad behind them, alowing the pen to sink in a bit and utilize the full width of the ball. Thick and well controlled strokes were the result...

But now I  have become pretty good at fine point pen cursive.

Now that I  am a firm believer in The Law of Attraction, I'm finding things as soon as I feel gratitude for the possibility of me finding them...

I came back  in and decided to raise the blinds on my windows so that, the Brazilian flag, used like a curtain on one window and the Mardi Gras mask face in another one would be fully lit up at night when my indoor lights shine through them. Last night I noticed that the blinds were blocking about half of each of them..

I had found  the Brazilian flag, folded up and sitting on a brick column the morning I went out to find 20 dollars. Yup, I had found in myself a wellspring of gratitude over the possibility of going out and finding 20 dollars (just about totally broke, but not feeling in any way lacking) one morning probably 2 years ago now. I walked along just kind of looking around, and decided to take the Brazilian flag home and use it as a window curtain. I then walked a little further where those very same Brazilians can often be seen standing by their parked pickup trucks listening to music and drinking Corona beer. And, there was a 20 dollar bill just laying in the dirt...

So, I raised  the Venetian blinds so that my display will be fully visible at night; then noticed one of my plants being a little brown. I watered it, then decided to move the other plant to the window sill as spring is upon us and I had just raised the blinds to let even more light in. And in lifting the plant, I discovered my white and brown pieces of charcoal that I was making drawings with a couple years ago before misplacing my charcoal...

There it was,  all along. But it was only one thing leading to another -letting in sunlight, moving plants around that led to the discovery.

"When it's time  to resume charcoal art, you will know. Trust, and obey..." type of thing...

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