This morning my wife and I took a long time to get out of bed,

 Chilly mornings make for great cuddlepuddles. When we eventually got up we said "Thanks for not having kids with me." "Thanks for not having kids with me too!"

The other day we did our balloon bash at a gig that featured a cover band.

 I couldn't finger out why I was so into the hideous 80'sand 90's radio tunes they were playing. Then I realized it was because they were playing the songs much heavier than the originals. I thought "Open Arms played with power chords? That song actually needed that. 
Afterwards I thanked the band and found out they are actually a country and western band. They learned the 30 songs just for that gig. I love it. Sometimes when you step out of your comfort zone it makes magic happen. Their version of "You spin me right round" could have had a mosh pit. Well played (slow clapping)

Olive and dingo documentary done around the time Olive's bike was stolen.

Olive and Dingo from NW Documentary on Vimeo.

"Progrum" Olive laughs at me when I say some words that are still in "Texan".

"Progrum" Olive laughs at me when I say some words that are still in "Texan".
She says "TV show" I say "Television progrum".
We haven't had a TV in many years but she still gets tickled every time I say "Progrum"
Last night she had a bad dream about a TV progrum.
We are huge fans of the Queer Eye progrum because we too have agency over stranger's lives all the time.
In her dream they were replacing her clothing with "biz casual" and talking her into cutting her hair off.
She did enjoy hearing the room designer person give her storage tips.
My dream last night was all good. I dreamt I was a spectral being 1000 years in the future who was happily watching people dig my body up.
A cataclysm had happened during the night somehow crushing our house while we were in our bed.
We always sleep thoroughly pretzeled and tangled into each other so that is how we were being found a millennia later, O&D still in our embrace and never even knowing what killed us.
My spectral being was very satisfied with that outcome and happy to see the archaeologists extrapolating who and what we are.

I woke in the same embrace as in the dream,,,just a thousand years younger.

We live in a house that rents out rooms. Last week we had a first. First Best s.s.f.

Dig this, I don't tell the guests that I consider them "single serving" friends.
People ask why i call them that. It's because we won't see them again.
We are forever a blip on their life...so we make it count.
This time I met my first "Best single serving" Friend.
She showed up from Hollywood taking a 3 month break from her job as a prop artist in game shows. She walked in to find me at the table pruning a pot tree. "I guess I'm in Portland now." she said. I hear that a lot. We started enthusiastically trading life stories. She lives behind the curtain, we live behind the curtain. I told her about the single serving friends we entertain.
We hit it off so well I decided to take a chance.
Before I could think too much "Hey wanna take a strange ride on a strange vehicle with a strange stranger?" Moments later we were rolling down the main drag on my tallbike with her laughing her head off.
"You aren't bad tricky are you?"
I said "I'm tricky but all good tricky."
I rode her around, dropped her off at a bistro and went on with my clowny day.
I was hoping Olive would like her as I did.
That night I came home and the first thing I saw opening the door was Olive and her embracing. "Yup they found each other. lol
Our family was there and I was delighted to see my best single serving friend having great convos with our very permanent family. I told her she was my Best single serving friend" and she said "I bet you say that to all the folks." I don't, it was legit. Then she split. We are now friends on instagram thus voiding her single serving friend status. :)
We hosted a hansom hard-hat type Said his house a few blocks away was having plumbing and electric problems. He said he would just stay a couple days while his house was unlivable. The other room had a couple who were toting around pro massage tables
. We were too busy to get to know them.
Couple days later the Hardhat came home from his job crestfallen.
The situation at home was worse, he squared a few more days in the other room. He works on skyscrapers everyday.
The couple moved on, they said they were sad they didn't have time to hire us for a tallbike tour. We never offered that so I'm glad our life lends itself to people knowing they can bribe us to do some things (especially if it's something we were already planning to do). So guess who rented his original room again. Mr. Hardhat.
Things at home took a turn for the worst. They had to chase the plumbing to the street, never an easy or cheap fix. He has a new neighbor across from his room. A very smily young woman who is here for a wedding. Her name is Meow!

Guess how much fun we have coming up with reasons to say her name? Heaps. she had some good conversations with Olive. She is from Bangkok. We love her. She is such a great diplomat for her side of the world. We would do anything for her.
Mr.Hardhat is starting to see how busy the house is weekly even when it's sleepy day to day. He is also booking more days so we are pulling for him. Hope I don't have to go down there and construct his house for him.

"Croptober" last installment (helping the neighbor trim the last plants).

 It's a "hunter's moon"perfect time to bring my neighbor's last plants across the finish line. I'm a little starstruck.The only time I ever saw buds like this was in magazines. 

This one is called "Sticky Icky." There is chronic in backyards all over town these days. Our personal crop is already curing in Mason jars. 

I love how this situation encourages sharing and community. I also love so many folks getting around Big Pharma to grow their own medicine.

  Olive doesn't partake but she loves the love and care that come with trimming. I do partake and I'm into the meditation of fractals involved with trimming. 

We can get through them pretty fast. I'm looking forward to next year! 
Happy Croptober

We never write our shows anymore.

 I find out what we are doing Tuesdays when Olive pulls an hour's worth of fun out of a hat. 
We have done gigs where we played for hours without repeating anything so whatever she chooses will work and be solid.
 I think it's funny that when we do practice, it's Metallica songs and other stuff we never do live. 
I guess we are practicing our Tude more than our chops. 
We could easily be an adult band but I don't think that is a very good way to pay Portland rents and kiddo child supports.
 I would like to do a Kiss cover and maybe an opera like La Gazza Ladra. 

Before big gigs I warm up with Megadeath and old school Pink Floyd. She warms up with Anthrax and S.O.A.D. 
Never publicly because we aren't allowed to do cover songs. It could get the venue sued. 
We are allowed to be ridiculous. 
Olive loves Judas Priest and Merciful Fate but the falsetto shrieking trick isn't the same when she does it because it sounds like the Disney version.

Suddenly there was some yelling.

I was loading equipment in a back alley. Suddenly there was some yelling. 
Two Homebums were fussin' and a feudin'.
 They were about to get into fisticuffs and I didn't have time or space to warn Olive who was also carrying gear and about to round the corner. 
The dudes started shoving and one took his shirt off (totally ripped washboard stomach) the other guy didn't seem to back down. 
Then Muscles Mcshaggybeard noticed Olive and quickly told the other guy 
"Chill stupid, clowns are comin''" 
They both stopped the squabble and stood smiling like little boys as Olive walked by. 

They smiled and nodded at her then they trailed off in different directions. 
I'm watching thru two car windows so they had no idea I was watching.
 As far as Olive was concerned nothing happened. LOL 
Thanks for keeping the peace there Rootbeer!