Continuing the Key West thing- a beautiful sunset, redux. And the kool kats and kooks around the pier:
Apparently balancing a unicycle on ones nose is a skill. A skill I haven't even attempted yet because I've been so tied up with my freakin' serger.
In fact, in spite of now having a big ole tank of propane installed under my driveway, I've never tried fire juggling OR even a little fire eating. I'm beginning to think my life wasted.
Then I saw the pirate-in-flip-flops. Talk about wasted. A-har! And there was the 52 year old guy who did flips over a girl hunkered down on a bicycle he pulled from his audience. He also garnered that audience by yelling that 'a 52 year old black guy is gonna do a flip over heeeeerrrrree! Bring money!' Yeah, he did the flips and a few push-ups and cartwheels too, but mostly talk talk talk. And he was in damn good shape for anybody, let alone a 52 year old who still uses a bike as his mode of transport.
Finally, a peek at the elusive TY and his new best friend and entertainment advisor. Alas, he doesn't take requests, in fact just balancing all this crap seems to be his total talent. I would have been really impressed if he had a trombone in there somewhere, but who knows, maybe that was what he does after the sun is down completely.****************************************************************************************************************
IN OTHER NEWS
apparently this is my last week of blogging, or doing anything else for that matter. As thrilled as I am to not ever have to clean grout or take a Greyhound bus again, let alone walk the dog at midnight, it seems that the end times are going to, well, end time (!) on the 21st, which is Saturday. No one is telling me what time it's happening, but I sure hope I don't go to the trouble of cooking a dinner only to have things stop before we get to eat it. Or maybe I will also eat some nuts and seeds and mix up a batch of frosting to eat from the bowl.
Friday I am planning on going out and buying stuff until the checks bounce, and then filling up the charge cards 'just because'. Finally I might have some good jewelry, and I'll wear it out of the store to get as much time with it on as possible. Also, on Friday I am going to eat Key Lime pie and fried sweet potatoes, and perhaps have a few doughnuts for breakfast (honey dipped crullers being my choice du jour) because by the next day, blood glucose won't mean a thing.
I don't think we have to wear those big sneakers or capes or anything special, but maybe a memo will come with that information later. I do think I will have the 'good' wine ready, none of this KoolAid stuff. I don't know if dogs go too, so I'll leave a big sack of food for her and hope she can rip her way into it if need be. Not much sense getting 'affairs in order', because after all, who cares? I do wish I knew if there is a demarcation line somewhere where everybody on this side goes but the other guys stay around a bit longer. Seems like a whole lot of work to process us all at once so I would think stages would work better, say all of us between certain latitudes on Saturday, the next section on Sunday etc.
Whatever, I will be winding up the blog on Saturday, unless my latitude gets to hang out until Sunday in which case you'll find me here then too. So, that's about it. I'm not going to bother cleaning out the refrigerator. Finally a reason!
Only one thing is eating away at me: my calendar has days written on it for many years beyond Saturday so exactly WHO will be here to need a calendar? And if this is so, we go bye bye, then why don't the calendars all cease having dates on them then? Answer me that, Riddler!
Time is fading fast
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