It has been a beautiful day in the neighborhood and no doubt about it. But it's been a rather busy and somewhat stressful day in that Hank got surgery for a hernia. I didn't write about it yesterday in case he was preserving privacy but he posted about it on FB last night and has gotten a hundred and nineteen comments so I guess privacy isn't an issue. And to cut to the chase- he's out of surgery now and he's fine but damn, it's been a long day for him and for Rachel. We all know how it goes. You have to be at the hospital at the asscrack of dawn and then they get around to you about forty-eight hours later. But here's what he looked like when he was all prepped and ready to go, i.e., forty-seven hours before his surgery.
Note the typewriter tattoo and mama-made dinosaur mask. Poor Rachel. She had to sit in the waiting room for hours and there was a RED ALERT which means fire and she was all, "What the fuck?" and bells were ringing and buzzers were buzzing but that turned out to be nothing or nothing much. And she had to wait and wait and wait and of course now they have that screen like at the airport with times of patients' arrivals and surgeries and releases to recovery and post op and she's texting us all and I'm in Publix when she tells us about the fire alarm and I'd forgotten my list and wasn't thinking straight at all about anything, much less groceries but I think they should be home soon.
I went to town because I asked Hank yesterday what I could make him to eat for after surgery and he said chicken and dumplings so I got out the huge pot that I got at the Costco and cooked up a whole bunch of good healthy chicken and vegetables with nice dumplings and took that over to their house and left it on the back porch because it's chilly and they'll be fine until they can get into the refrigerator or on the stove.
Have I just set a record for run-on sentences?
I hope so. I was really feeling it there.
Besides all that I went to the dump and post office this morning. My package from Lis had arrived. I have forgotten to tell y'all about her Etsy shop! Let's fix that right now. If you go HERE, you will find her cards and some gorgeous antique ribbon and crystal art jewelry
that she makes with her own two hands sewing thousands of tiny stitches, the same hands that can play guitar and banjo like nobody's business and make enough chili to feed hundreds.
I had ordered two boxes of her cards- one of old Florida waterways and the other of fairies.
These prints are all made from vintage postcards that Lis has collected for years and years, bordered by her ribbon art and are as beautiful and fine and perfect as Lis herself is. You really have to go see for yourself. They are packaged beautifully, beribboned and bowed so that you feel as if you are getting a present that you will be able to share with others.
You cannot imagine the dreams and vision and work and love that have gone into these beautiful cards and her ribbon art.
So- yeah. Go check it out.
And I hope that none of you have forgotten what day it is today. I can see you scratching your heads and wondering what I'm talking about. Well, scratch no more.
It is my spirit totem animal's 77th birthday and the thirty-seventh anniversary of his marriage to Patti Hansen. Which is, in rock star years, a combined total of ten thousand human years.
So, happy Keithmas. When I heard that Hank's surgery was scheduled for today I told him that I felt compelled to tell him that the date was Keith Richards' birthday. He replied something to the effect of, "Somehow that makes me feel better."
And so, in honor of Keith, Fender guitars, and rock and roll in general, I will leave you with this bit of video which I have posted before. Please remember that the guy Keith attacked was onstage, about to grab Keith's mate, Mick Jagger and that Keith bailed him out of jail the next morning. Also, that when he strapped his guitar back on, it was still in tune and he continued on with the song.
Although Keith, like the rest of us, has mellowed in many ways and is a loving family man with children and grandchildren, I still love remembering him as he once was- a wild man.
May he live to rock and roll (the important part, as he says) for many, many more years.
Happy Friday. Gold rings on ya.