As I sit here to write the next installment of Red Boots & a Smile I struggle to
focus on a single topic. Should it be a funny story from my childhood or from
yesterday? Maybe you would like to hear me brag about my daughter returning
from Haiti or about how proud I am of my youngest as she learns the value of
hard work (side note she’s not fond of it). For a moment yesterday I almost
became a great uncle but alas it was a false alarm but I will be soon. Oh here
is one, NASCAR and how disappointed I was that it rained them out last night.
Nah, no one wants to hear about that.
Looking around as I sit here thinking, my dog,
Shadow, is lying beside me as he always does. He is such a great dog. I have a
hot cup of coffee on my desk, the steam rolling up reminding me to take a tiny
sip or suffer a burnt lip. The aroma of sausage being cooked for a breakfast at
lunch time fills the house. This is only second to the aroma of bacon filling
wherever I am, especially if I were on a creek bank someplace fishing. CMT is
playing in the background so I can hear my country music, which is never too
far from me.
Maybe I should write about the sun here in Florida shining
bright with Palm trees casting shadows all over my yard. But in only a matter
of moments clouds could roll in, thunder begins booming and you start
contemplating the cost of building an ark. Then in a matter of minutes blue
skies once again. However, right now, not a cloud in sight. Very picturesque
out there…postcard worthy if I had a camera. So it is in my day to day, rather,
my morning to morning life. I know very interesting, huh.
Now, I have left out what I do during those
mornings. I will write a joke or send a song idea to some of my buddies in the
music business. By the way, I have no musical ability whatsoever. I will call
or email bookers all over the country so I can perform in your hometown. I
used to tell people I should have been born an Italian because of my love of
the food but as I enjoy very busy traveling schedule, I’ve changed it to, I
should’ve been born a gypsy. The redneck version would be a Ramblin’ Man
(thanks Waylon Jennings). I will read a section of a particular book in which I’m
currently engrossed or the latest copy of Country
Weekly. What a life, right? It really is harder than I make it sound…..really…it
is.