Heat, Jazz and Hair:-)

Good morning,

it’s ten o’clock,

sitting in an air conditioned,

apartment,

in a t-shirt and boxers,

and,

I’m still,

HOT,

gives you an idea:-)

Those of you,

in Eastern Canada,

Eastern U.S,

know what I’m talking about,

hazy, smoggy, humid,

heat,

yuck, yuck.

But, it’s ok,

due to break,

soon,

and,

in spite of being,

a sweaty butch,

I’m a happy butch,

two long weekends,

on the horizon,

and,

well,

my love,

is coming to town,

be still my heart:-)

Thump, thump, thump.

The two long weekends,

are La St-Jean Baptiste,

which some people call,

La Fete Nationale,

I’m not one of those people,

and,

the following weekend is,

Canada Day,

in Quebec ,

moving day.

I’m not moving,

I’m a sedentary ole butch,

sort of,

but,

these weekends,

are chock full of activity,

the biggest of which,

is the Jazz Fest,

I love the Jazz Fest,

sometimes,

I go,

usually it`s too hot,

this year,

the free launch opening show,

is,

Rufus Wainright,

love him,

might brave the crowds,

especially if it isn`t stiffling,

make that,

only if it isn`t stiffling:-)

Rufus does a version of,

Cohen`s Hallelujah,

that I love most,

which, in spite of being sung by every singing show contestant, is still to my ear one of the best songs ever written, the layers of meaning, astounding, I`m probably being repetitive, but, I used to live alone before I knew you, wow, how can that not speak to a heart that yearned and has found love-Sigh.

I`m closing the bookstore,

both Saturdays,

my version of vacation,

I need the down time.

In a totally different register,

it`s been a little more than,

a month since,

I had my hair shaved.

It `s grown,

a lot,

doubled in lenght,

and now I`m wondering,

what to do with it,

do I grow it out,

some more,

do I gel it,

harder to handle,

you can`t really brush it,

or style it,

it looks good,

but,

it does have,

a certain bed head quality,

to it,

everybody says,

it looks great,

and,

that it makes me look,

younger,

which,

I like,

🙂

but,

I don`t want to look,

like I`m attempting,

to look like a,

twenty-five year old,

bois,

I like the middle aged butch,

with a swagger,

better,

oh well,

I`ll work it out,

want to look hot,

for my girl:-)

I may not be around for,

a few days,

hopefully,

I`ll come back,

full,

of revitilisation,

maybe,

you never know.

Later girls,

BB