ANOTHER PERFECTLY FRIGID DAY

HELLO MY FRIENDS EVERYWHERE,

This week I did find what I needed last week from my fall on the ice.  AND WHAT I NEEDED WAS … DEEP TISSUE MASSAGE. Thank you goes to three people who made that happen:  Michelle, Keegan, and Alisa.  I am still pretty sore but I am responding quite well to the treatment.  So don’t fall on the ice!

Anyway, for sure.. it is now time to close our eyes and our thoughts… if only for a moment.. and rest.

And now let’s have a bit of a laugh with….

ESTHER FLANNIGAN’S  MAGNIFICENT ADVENTURE

WORRIED YOUNG MAN

“There are deliveries to go (fligger napper), so you see Miss Flannigan  I  have to ‘ cut a rug’  as Mr. Spence would say.  (That means, get your butt moving! )  Good night and see you Thursday.”

Thursday night came as regular as tick tock tick tock and so on. Groceries for Miss Esther Flannigan.

Esther hugged Earl ( which really made him nervous ) and said ‘Earl you have to sit, ’cause I got great news…..”

Well that’s it till we’re standing next in line to each other at the movies.

( NEVER EVER GIVE UP )

By jamesghutcheson

THE SCENT OF PAIN

HI EVERYONE EVERYWHERE,

I hope this week finds you well. Two weeks ago, I had a bad fall on the ice. FIRST TIME THIS YEAR! Anyway I hurt my left side, especially my left arm and wrist. I know what I need ,  just can’t afford it right now.  That is why my attempt last week on real drums was not so good.  Anyway, it has been hard to play at all (drums) or write.  I am left-handed.  Of course I fell on left side. That’s that, it will work out, it always does.

So now, let’s close our eyes and our thoughts…  if only for a moment….. and rest. Until I see you all at the ballgame, here are some thoughts I have been  wrestling with.

JUST A STUMBLE

STUMBLING

 When I hit the ice, I knew I had done some damage, but nothing broken. YAHOO! But in that moment I lost all hope, lost my concentration, lost my focus. But as the days continue, my focus and strength of soul are returning rapidly. In retrospect, this time has really been nothing more than a..  stumble on the journey that tells me, it’s okay, just get up and keep going.

(NEVER EVER GIVE UP)

By jamesghutcheson

AN EXTRAORDINARY DAY

HI EVERYONE, EVERYWHERE,

I don’t know about you guys, but I have had enough cold weather thank you. Now, this is my week.  Our band SOULFUL NOIZE is now working on our own original music. And after one year, instead of electric drums, I am back on a beautiful set of real drums. M y first attempt back was not my finest hour.  Next time I’ll be on top of that.

Anyway, if you are watching what I’m up to you’ll know it is time to… if only for a moment, close your eyes, and your thoughts …  and rest.  Until we meet again at the subway station, here is a laugh from a tale I wrote, called

THE FIRST KISS

winter magic

 “Now you  guys want to know why I called a meeting–welll…you probably don’t. So the plan… okay you guys, no laughing–this is cereal as a doughnut. I mean this is serious!” I say. “Alright this is it, and no nose pickin’ or farting while I tell you. We are all here because, well most of us are going on 12 and  jeepers- we never kissed a girl.”

 ( NEVER EVER GIVE UP)

By jamesghutcheson

HAVE YOU GOT YOUR SNOWSHOES?

HI EVERYONE EVERYWHERE,

This has been another great week.  I was so busy being me again, I’d forgotten to be sad.  So I booked in being sad on Thursdays from 2pm until 2:10 pm. But sometimes I am too happy and I miss sad days.  Oh well, what are you going to do?

Anyway,  I am working hard for the SOULFUL NOIZE concert coming up very soon, and I am writing three stories, so I have notes all over the place.  I love it. Whee!

Enough already, it is time for me to hope your week has been as kind as it could be.  Now it is our time, if only for a moment to close our eyes and our thoughts and… rest.  Until next they call us for supper, I leave you with a couple of lines from a tale I wrote….

EMILY’S  MOMENT

Sad Man

Bob says, “Bourbon.  Keep it coming till I say stop, but I warn you kid, I don’t stop very well.”  Bob Spencer got drunk and stayed there. It’s funny though, nothing, I mean nothing, could erase the faces  of Bob’s family. He will carry the guilt of living each and every day of his miserable life.

It was Wednesday afternoon, and it was raining…oh well.

Bob was falling off his stool in this cheap bar, with cheap booze. The bouncer caught him and said “Alright rummy, you’re gone.”

Bob gazed up at him and said, “I was a cello player.”

( NEVER EVER GIVE UP)

By jamesghutcheson