June 1st

It's June 1st already. Somebody stole the gas can off the porch last night. Even in small towns now I guess, eh? I remember living in East Nashville and while fixing the gutter on the the back of the roof of my girlfriend's house, well, I took the old one off, and that was gone in the morning. Every thing that wasn't nailed down there was gone. So off to Wal-mart to buy a new gas-can (god bless the dude or lady who invented/designed the new gas can spouts, how I love spilling gas on my clothes and shoes every time I use it; if you can, don't use the spout and pour the gas into a funnel.)

Had a family gathering last night in Marcus, at Galen's house, Bill Packer's daughter, I plugged in my PA system and played guitar for an hour or two, got the looper looping, picked away for awhile.

 My step-father Jim shows off his deer shed necklace and walking stick.

Present step father Jim (R) and previous step-father Bill Packer (L), who just drove 3,000 miles to Massachusetts to see his kids.

 Martha and I.  Martha and my Mom have been best friends since college.

 Jason, my step-brother, is talking about something conceptual, not a fishing trip.

 Mom and Bill chat.

Yesterday while trying to thin out files on my external hard drive, I kept getting messages like "you don't have access to this", or "you can't do that", or "that hat doesn't match your shirt." So, I erased the whole lot of it. It made me think of stuff you find in that trunk that gets passed down from generation to generation with the photo album or two in it, the wedding dress, the pocket knife .. I decided I don't need 16,000 pictures I took over ten years, or every scrap of this or that I put into the machine. Just don't need it. So now it's gone. I mean there's still recent things I'm working on that are still there on the laptop, but, it was freeing to do that. Un-clutter it, there's enough to deal with on a daily basis.

 This is a sky view from the porch of the house where I'm staying in Colville, for my in town days, and some deer hanging out in the yard. Ed Miller just welcomed me back here when I got back from Texas, said, 'go ahead and move it if you like', thanks a lot, Ed.

This is Ed on the left, he doesn't get out of the house much because of health issues, but he came to my last gig at the brewery.