Beverage: ice water
Toast: here's to trying
I had left these flowers on the counter when I went to Maine. You may have seen them here. I came back and they were doornails, as I had planned.
Dead flowers always remind me of the old Stones song. My old pal Johnny taught me to play it on the guitar and I would struggle along with it while he sang and played lead. I usually had to sing the chords in my head to keep it straight. Well (D) when you're sitting there (A) in your (G) silk upholstered (D) chair. But eventually you can just D-A-G along and it feels really good.
I like that when you're strumming the guitar, your brain kind of calms down. Java was harassing me to get the old thing out. Maybe I will. But right now I've got flowers to clean up. And I d-d-d-d-d- a-a-a-a-geeee.
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