It's Monday (in case you didn't know)

I posted twice — TWICE, I know! — in one day over here.

You should click to see the pictures of Margaret's little quilt that we finally finished yesterday. You know you wanna.

Man, Monday again. The weekend whirled by.

Let's see what I want to write about today and what I want to leave for later. Hm.

Here's my little band sans our Rosie jumpsuits doing the acoustic thing for a fund-raiser for KAFM.

Bill took video of us playing, but I haven't looked at it. Don't know that I will.

I'm glad we did it, I got to sing three songs and that part was fun. But I'm just not proficient enough with the acoustic to feel comfortable. It's amazing how sweaty I got just sitting on that stool.

Plus, like a light switch getting flicked on, now it's summer here. It was in the 80s all weekend and just beautiful. And with the changing of the seasons from spring to summer comes the migration of the junk from the recesses of everyone's houses to the curb in honor of spring clean-up ... or as we like to call it, the tweaker's buffet.

Our fair city hosts a spring clean-up where you can put up to one dump-truck load of garbage outside and they'll come pick it up for free! We, like most folks, put our stuff out early so all the gleaners can pick through our garbage and hopefully recycle it.

It's a veritable parade of tweakers (aka meth heads aka those of few teeth) as they cruise their jalopies slowly through the neighborhoods looking for suitable tweaker junk.

So far someone took an old keyboard that Margaret no longer uses. Bill and I have selected our junk of choice (Bill chose the CD rack and I chose the twin bed frame) and are watching to see whose junk gets taken first.

Fun with junk. That's what we've become.