Good Morning from a Dull Bulb

I feel utterly 'blah' this morning, but I still want to say hello to Gatherworld. I'm totally without a glimmer of inspiration to write anything worth reading today.

In fact I have felt this way ever since last weekend when I had a big high on because of all the good stuff that happened.  At only 6 a.m. Saturday started out great when I staggered out of my bedroom and turned on the TV. After taking care of pet-related chores, I found a John Wayne movie just starting. It was his last, and I think his very best. It was "The Shootist". I don't think it won him an Oscar, but it should have. I think he already had the lung cancer that killed him. In "The Shootist" Wayne played the part of a famous gun-fighter who is in the last few weeks of terminal cancer. It is a star-studded film, featuring Lauren Bacall, a young Ron Howard, and Harry Morgan, playing a far different part from that of commanding officer of 4077 Mash. A lot of other famous actors were in it too.

I don't care much about sports, but Saturday I was spellbound watching Tiger do his stuff on the greens at La Jolla, just down the mountain from me on the coast. At first I was rooting for Tiger, who was playing with the handicap of his painful knee, but after watching Rocky Metitatate"s (sp?) continual great plays, and his jolly attitude, I had to hope he would win. Wouldn't that have been a kick for a 45-year-old guy who had only shown himself to be pretty good at golf, beat such a spectacular young world champ as Tiger! Well - he can still take a lot of satisfaction in coming so close to winning.

Later that evening I watched one of the basketball playoff games. I like the Lakers, but at heart I'm still a New Englander, so I also like the Celts. They are so spectacular in the way they play, who wouldn't like them! As a team, they deserved winning the series. It seems to me that Kobey Bryant dominates the Lakers to the exclusion of most of the other players. But what do I know? As a rule, I'm not much of a sports fan.

I was very sad that Tim Russert died, but by the time they buried him yesterday I was so fed up with hearing about him I couldn't click the mute button fast enough. He was a nice guy, good at his job, and a loving family man, but he wasn't a saint. I don't think Mother Theresa got as much attention when she died! Presidents don't get much more fanfare when they die than was given to Tim Russert. I stopped watching MSNBC for the duration.

Then on Sunday I had a real treat. My young friend Daniel came out to see me. At 41 he isn't all that young, but he is to me because that is young enough to be my grandson. He treats me so kindly you would think he is my son or grandson. He got married last year and moved to Atlanta, so I don't see much of him anymore. In the past he has been my guardian angel, fixing things around my trailer and taking me out to eat. He has been doing that for eleven years, ever since I first met him when I was a docent at the Stone Store Museum in Campo. This time he fixed my electric problem. Since March I have had to get by with heavy-duty extension cords bringing power into my trailer. Daniel fixed it, and also some glitches on my computer. He also took my daughter and me out to eat at the Golden Acorn Casino.

So after such a great weekend, I feel a big letdown. I can't get excited about anything - not politics nor the price of gasoline. By the way, gas is up to $4.85 here now, and the cheapest in town is $4.45. Our supplier raises the price at least .30 or .35 cents at a time, so next month gas here will probably be at least $5.20, and that will probably be one cent cheaper than the price at the Golden Acorn Casino up on the freeway. The Golden Acorn Casino is also a truck stop withextra  pumps for regular car customers. I don't do much driving these days and my pickup is getting a lot of rest these days.

For someone who had nothing to write about, I sure have done a lot of drabbling. Guess I'll rustle up something for breakfast now, and settle down in my recliner to read my book, "The Post-American World" by Fareed Zakaria.  At 10 a.m., I'll turn the TV on to watch two repeat episodes of "Seventh Heaven". I love that show!

I'll be back later to read what you all have written. See'ya.