What if the large lady doesn't get to sing?

Does that mean it ain't over? Cold and harsh reality is that yours truly only has a month or so until either a miracle occurs (oh, look, a pretty light) or the operatic person gets to belt out a song. The suckage and blowage of this stark scenario can't really be measured on any sort of scale. It's probably best if you simply take my word for it.

Should there be any wondrous change, you'll read it here. If not, I'll be sure to say 'adios' before the final day is done. Just for the record, I am not suffering from any sort of depression or delusions, only a very, very difficult life. Humour is one of my closest allies, along with his buddy, Ridiculousness. Things can change in a heartbeat and sometimes those changes are amazing and wonderful. Here's wishing that for everyone. Cheers.

'Free' sheet music downloads?

Not.  Contrary to the claims that one can download sheet music for millions of songs for free, it seems that 'free' means 'pay us  now'.  Not that I mind paying; I just don't  enjoy being misled.  Don't particularly enjoy being led, either, but that's a different story.

 

Rating high on the 'grrrr' meter is the fact that a lot of the music I need is not available at all.  Well, I don't enjoy that very much, which will come as no surprise to anyone.

 

In summary, I am suffering disgruntlement but I am sure there's a pill to alleviate this condition, as there surely seems to be for everything else.  Disgruntle-mints, perhaps?

   

 

 

Less hot?

There is a marginal improvement in the weather and I no longer feel that I could cook an egg on my head if I were foolish enough to wander outside.  Not that I ever wanted to do this but it would have been possible two days ago.  Those of us who are only partially melted at this time say 'thank you'.  Not sure to whom but we say it regardless.

You know it's hot when....

You have no strength to move or grunt (as I just wrote to a friend) for hours at a time.  Even when there is grunting, it has no real life to it.  More like heavy exhalation with a bad attitude.

 

Almost fifty degrees out there.  Hard to believe.  Even harder to endure.  Just think how ecstatic we'll be when it's only thirty degrees again.  Woo hoo.  And we used to think that thirty was too hot.  Now we'll be covering up and shivering and looking for jackets.  Uh, sure, in bizzaro world.

 

Melting?

At what heat point does a regular person go the way of the Wicked Witch of the West from the Oz fable? Must be around the forty-something degree Celsius mark. Oh, right, we passed that some time ago. Where's my witch's hat?