Life

My worst day street performing is always better then a good day at a real job. Not that I know much about real jobs. The buck stops with me. . . hopefully. I'm my own boss and a pretty lenient one at that. The other week I told myself I was quitting. I shared this with some friends who laughed and said, "You can't quit". I talked it over with my boss, he said, "Take a few days off, see how you feel, if you want to come back; you're always welcome". That's what I like about this job.

The weekend was a bit rough in places. Didn't do what I wanted in the hat, but the shows were fun and every one a learning experience. I could tell you things not to do after just about every one of my shows.

On Wednesday while playing golf, I broke the head off a golf club as drove off the tee. It snapped off with an angry CRACK! The club head went farther than the ball. I didn't know what to do, so I said casually, ,"I'd like to play the club head". This is the second time I've done this in the last 6 months.

Saturday I broke one of my linking rings. C'est la vie. One of my beautiful 14" rings that I bought as a set of 5 over 20 years ago. I noticed that I had two key rings in my hand. Ouch

Smile on my face, love in my heart. . . . I march on.