Well...

It's happening again. Bummer. Oh, well, that's the way it goes. Mi Espousa, La Donna d'el Nebraska (a little Mex lingo here)is gone.

No, no! She ain't dead! She's gone to San Francisco to visit her sister, Janice! Boy, now there's a pair to draw to, if there ever was one!

She goes there from time to time to see her sister, a woman about as ringy as she is. Janice used to be a street woman, pushing her cart around the city streets, collecting things to take to her 'Hooch,' as she called her cardboard and sheet tin house.

She used to live on the beach but she had to move because she got too tired having to move her 'hooch' every time the tide came in! Go figure!
Now Janice lives in a really nice little apartment on Treasure Island, thanks to Californias' understanding welfare system.

I guess I'll spend my time writing songs and trying to figure out how this harmonizer works. It's a machine that puts in harmony to my voice when I sing into it.

However, it could sound better; much better! Except, when I decided to edit some pre-set programs, I found around 16, 000 different settings I would need to adjust. I lost it at three! Go figure!

But, I won't give up. Donna will be gone several days and, except for watching the San Francisco Forty Niners and the Oakland Raiders get beat playing football, (oops, that was last year) I'll use that time to figure this thing out. My big brother is coming over tomorrow to watch the football games with me. That'll be nice.

I tell ya', it sure gets long here alone. I used to have Chico the Wonder Dog to 'look' at when Mi Espousa was gone but now it's just me and I don't have all those witty things to say to entertain myself.

I used to think the things Chico the Wonder Dog said (looked) were just idle conversation. But now I realize his witticisms were purposely molded to entertain me while Donna was gone. What a dog!

Later...