PG Music Home Forums General Discussion Off-Topic Looking for ideas on how to set up a tablet laptop for chart reading on a gig.

Oh DUH... I've done it so long I forgot what the full name is.

Bob

Geez, I was wurried Mac would say you have to memorex those charts and add some sort of rant.

Must be ageing like cheddar. I like mine a tad nippy, and white. With a 1/2 a beer. I used to take a 1/2 of a 24, no lite stuff, but now just a 1/2 of one, the wife drinks 1/2 of the 1/2, and I usually am told to polish it off. In the corner?

Grandmum used to say polish it in the corner. Poor Polly. But Grandmum being a stout Baptist would never say the actual word eh? And she said Granddad never smoked. I knew what she meant, except he did in the garage, when walking downtown to his nephew's gas station/garage, one there, one coming back, and then never in the house. Never in the barn either. Sometimes when driving the tractor on a cold day you could swear you saw some extra smoke, but maybe not right?

They'd send me up twice a year for haying. Despite the fever. Darn twine hurt the fingers something awful. But gloves didn't gut under it when it was tight. Heck, what's piling 3000 bales in a barn on a hot day? (Well over 5 or 6 days, depending on the rain.) Kittens, scratchy arms, blistered fingers, and 3 pounds of spuds for breakfast, lunch, and supper. My great aunt snapping beans in her apron in a rocker, 92 years old. The dogs hauling groundhogs to the hedgerow, waiting until they were ripe to eat them. The big goose biting the angry old woman who came to buy eggs, right on the back of her thigh, head under her dress. Purse swinging, goose low to the ground coming in for round two while I laughed. Putting my arm in a cow to try and turn the calf when my uncle wasn't yet home. He was a country Doctor, with a 200 acre farm, award winning White faced herefords, with bill semen in nitrogen sitting in his farmhouse dispensary. Old farmers waiting in the shed, bad cuts needing sewing up, or a broken wrist needing a cast. My uncle strolling through the barn in a suit, stethoscope in his pocket, rubber boots, telling me to send down 10 bales of straw for the back pen. Crazy times. On my transistor the Morning Sun was rising like a red rubber ball, and I had poison ivy all over my forearms. Fixing cedar rail fences, getting cows in heat because the gomer bull rubbed bright paint all over their back sides, his thing sewed so it only turned right and didn't really work.

I think maybe the thyroxin is on over drive right now, but I'm still cold.

Blood test in the morning. The girls at the doctor's office will fight over who comes out to watch my dog/ puppy.

Did I say I need this bad hip replaced very very soon???

At least here it's 'free', you just have to wait a bit. Because of my age I jump up the queue a bit. Maybe 6 months. In the meantime no soccer or baseball I guess.

Then it's "Put me in coach..."