As you know, space here in the old Winnebago is limited. It’s at the point now where, anything I add to the mix, no matter how small, requires a decision process and a commitment. Anything I add requires that something else of equal or larger size has to leave.
For instance, I’d love to have a George Foreman George Jr. Rotisserie…
…I mean, who wouldn’t, right? But, what am I going to do, 86 the electric dobro? The damn thing doesn’t stay in tune, I hardly ever play it because, I have to put the Tele in the closet in order to even take it out. But, you know how it goes; later on I’m going to say; “Wish I wouldn’t have let that dobro go.”
In days past, I would just get me one of those magic 8 balls and consult it for these tough decisions. But, there you go, right there. Magic 8 Ball or coffee maker? I’m not getting rid of the coffee maker, it’s a vital component.
Don’t know why I never looked before but, this morning I located…
…this Online CGI 8 Ball.
I decided to ask it a test question to see if it was calibrated properly. I typed in…
Should one eat his cat?
And the digital magic 8 Ball replied…
Well, that seems dead on to me.
One problem solved.
Slowly, surely coming around at almost noon. The remnants of Ike showed up, as if on cue, precisely a few minutes before the load out last night. Warm rain pouring down like piss out of a boot. No good course of action when that happens, the gear gets soaked and the band gets soaked.
Got home around 2:30 and the wind started knocking the hell out of the old Winnebago. I went straight to the rack. About an hour later I heard a breaker click; power out. Around 6:30 the weekend neighbors let the platoon of yappie dogs out and cacophony ensued. Power was still out but, I realized it wasn’t just my place because the water was off, meaning the pump for the whole campground was down. I made a few calls and found out that power was out in most of Stone County; closest cup of coffee, 12 miles. So, I went back to bed, fell in to a trance.
A few minutes ago, I heard weekend neighbor husband shouting at the top of his gruff voice for weekend neighbor wife. Claire! CLAIRE!! IT WAS ON FOR A WHILE, NOW IT’S OFF AGAIN! CLAIRE!!!
Pretty soon, faintly, distant, I heard the sound of the Fox NFL Pre-Game show and, I knew for real that power was back. Coffee is brewing now.
Got in about 3:00 AM, later than usual. I got back to the Winnebago and there was no power. I flipped breakers, went outside and flipped the breakers on the pole-nada. This morning, no coffee, which is required for clear thought. So, I went to T’s and coffee’d, showered and ate a sandwich. I came back here, and saw the guy that owns the campground, Marvin. He says; “Go and flip them breakers again and if nothing happens, come give me a holler.” This guy, he’s been at this game for awhile and has run into this stuff thousands of times but, I was a little bugged because, I had already flipped all those damn breakers fifty times.
I went to the pole outside, flipped all the breakers, wiggled them, went inside flipped the main breaker and….magic, the power comes on. I don’t have any idea what I did different, maybe it was the wiggle. Who knows?
So, that leaves me about enough time to write this and head up to Nixa to do this gig at Cruisin’ USA which is a frozen custard place. I’ve never played an ice cream social before. I played a weigh in at a Pro Bass fishing tournament once but, I’ll have to tell you about that later.
My time is not my own, as old L.G. used to say.