Leppotone

Greetings once again from North Carolina. Driving to breakfast this morning, we passed the Maggie Valley Magic Shop, the marquee of which was boldly announcing “BIG DOG POOP SALE!” Why don’t i have a digital camera? We arrived yesterday afternoon approximately 15 minutes before my folks, who are here to help us wrangle some contractor quotes on work that needs doing and get straight talk from vacation rental representatives and figure out what can be done about the house down here. So far we have eaten a substantial amount of food, hacked tons of brush, taken a drive on the blue ridge parkway, washed curtains, and scrubbed several screens. This sounds drudge-y, I’m sure, but actually it’s nice to get some stuff DONE around here and feel like a dent is being made in an overwhelming project. My folks are crazy for projects and the perfect team to have down here with us to keep us flakes focused and motivated. Also, they are really quite funny. I’m too sleepy to think of an example at the moment, but perhaps someday i will find some of my mom’s letters and post them in RUBBLE DIGGING. Some of you may remember her missive that went with the photo of my fabulous hand-painted Gremlin and her fabulous antiquated sense of hilarious language usage. “here is a photo of your conveyance and, as an added bonus at no extra charge to you, an astonishingly accurate silhouette of your nearest male relative…..” Anyway. We have also unearthed yet another closet full of ancient family letters and photos down here. Seriously. Dusty’s family saved EVERYTHING and there’s stuff like photos dating back to the civil war of his great-grandfather as a toddler in a fabulous buttoned jacket looking very solemn indeed, as well as letters from relatives visiting the St. Louise World’s Fair, photos from his Great-grandfather’s trip to California in the late 1800’s (he was a photography buff, so there’s amazing civil war to victorian-era and on photos from this family). Well, kiddos, I feel like I’m being a bit bla bla bla, so i shall try to be more interesting later. Good day?

There’s here’s a blog for posting crap that i unearth during various digs through various corners in our home. 

Entry One:  young love and band names.  When Mr. Dusty Sexton and I were first "going out" (after years of pal-dom)  I worked at a certain cool print shop of the world, where I had far too much easy access to photocopiers.  It was back in them days bafore compyooters made everything EASY!  Damned kids.  Anyway, it was great fun to have access to top of the line copiers of the time, especially for a cut-and-paste obsessive. These were some stickers I made when the Sinatras were considering changing their name to KERPLUNK (Ron like it because it sounded like poop hitting water), and there was discussion about forming an acoustic, Chaps-friendly outfit to be called Frank Jr………

 

 

Once upon a time, Mr.

Greetings from North Carolina and the brave new world of travelling with a parent in tow.  This has severely impacted the degree of licentious and louche behavior that normally goes along with vacation.  In other words, there ain't gonna be no beer with dinner or nekkid prancing on this vacation. *sigh*  Other than that, i got no complaints.