I got em. Whatcha's wanna know?
Saw a news magazine on the networks about it's anniversary and one guy said something about Sly and the Family Stone playing on Saturday. Dude, you was doin the brown mescaline, it was Sunday night.
I have had plans (the road to hell is paved with good intentions) to do a post on the Woodstock experience for a long time. Lead in was a YouTube segment with Canned Heat and the intro, where he said it was great but there was one thing he really really wanted, a place to take a piss. A story was to follow on the subject. How I pulled it off, for another to do so in private, and I still am not sure how I did it.
Little known fact. Because of all the rain, and lack of foresight, matches were in huge demand when Sunday rolled around. I had a lighter. Things got passed to me from all directions to be lit and passed back through the crowd. I was one stoned puppy. I had to let others do it after a while.
The unfinished stage also came close to total collapse. At first I thought it was the acid doing its thing, it wasn't, well it was, but the beams were a rocken when the screen was raised for the light show. It was acting like a sail. How do I know it wasn't the acid? The next time the screen was raised, it had slits in it.
Oh I've got more that haven't received much attention and probably mean little but to me. I had a good time and when I visited the folks weeks after having been, Mom took me to the Doctors for a tetanus shot. Ya, right Mom, that fixed me up, I'm cured now. The sandals I had had on my feet were on the back deck for about a week and totally disintegrated. Bare foot is good too. Nude is better.
Forty years ago, wow. Time flys. Feels like yesterday, only without the mud.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
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Welcome back Postie, feeling better?
Dooood! You are still alive up there. Awesome! :)
Conan,
Yup, I am. Still adjusting the blood pressure meds and the heart rate dropped big time and the Blood pressure itself is still a bit high but not bad either. More importantly the outside stresses have and are being dealt with, to the point that I'm going to insist on reevaluating the med dose in the not so distant future. Stress, you gotta have it, it can keep you alive, but, I'm overly sensitive to the kind that isn't good for you. And besides this shit runs in the family, on my Dad's side, so it isn't coming as any shock. Well it did, but it's nothing I can't deal with after the initial shock.
Postal
Dooooodette, how the hell are ya? And I bet it feels like hell out thata way with all them nasty ass fires. Christ, stay safe.
Post (toastie)
they are north of us, postal, and south of us in mexico. but we can still smell the smoke, faintly. everyone is very on-edge, and now it's turned humid instead of just hot. not a good combination all around.
this is not a good sign, you know? it's very, very VERY early in the season for fires like this and we haven't even had a proper fall santa ana wind yet. if the wind was blowing up in LA now, there wouldn't be a LA (the fire is about 10 miles east of downtown).
i've gotten fatalistic. i've got my genealogy online, and this weekend am scanning my will, etc., and will put them all in the supposedly fireproof bank vault. i've got a decent supply of cash in there that i can pull out if it looks like we're going to have to run for it again this year.
to tell you the truth, if we do have to run i'm not sure i'll come back. my homeowner's insurance will pay for living arrangements while we are evacuees, but if the place burns down i get $50,000 to replace my stuff and rent/living expenses for a year.
some days that does not sound too bad - and does sound like a great excuse to get the heck out of dodge.
sigh.
glad you are feeling better, postal. i've been having the opposite prob - my blood pressure has been tanking and i've been falling asleep after like eating a bowl of cereal. guess i'll talk to the doc about it, eventually, after fighting all the fights to get the kid's stuff taken care of. we have an appt for to get her formally evaluated as aspie, at least.
i'm tired, postie. you take care, so i can whine at you when the sky is burning later, ok?
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