Oh Summertime, Where For Art Thou?

It’s been a long time since I did the blog whoah-oh-oh
Been a long time since I webbed and logged oh-oh –oh-whoah
Let me get it back, let me get it back, let me get it back
Back to reportin’ on, whoaha- oh –oh –oh
Been a long time
Been a long time
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, time!

Renee does not like Led Zeppelin, you’d think someone who has at least twice laid a down payment on the Stairway to Heaven would appreciate them a little more. Nonetheless, We’re sure glad the lawyers found a loophole in those contracts.
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Yikes! There was a Huffnpuff sighting yesterday. She showed up to release Renee from home health care. I can’t believe Renee let her back in the house, even if it was to officially tell her to go away. I hope it was a happy ending for her. Not so for me - nudge, nudge, wink, wink.

July has ended without a day of 90 degree weather, first in Louisville’s recorded history. This is nothing to complain about although most of it was more moist than Spring with close to record setting rainfall.

Last Saturday, the sun broke through after a week of rain. I dragged Renee out of the house. The sunshine didn’t last though, rain was past threatening and was falling intermittently. Mike’s band, Pope Lick Swills, was playing a fundraising gig - Mike’s one of the founding BierWerkes brewers - and managed to squeeze in a set in between the thunderstorms. It was a benefit for autism and I hope they raised loads of money. Despite being uncomfortable in the wicker chair I think Renee enjoyed herself. After dinner Renee shuffled over to the neighbors and chatted until way past her bedtime. It was her big day out. She commented on Facebook that she had a great weekend. It is amazing what a couple hours away from hospitals or beds will do for you.

Cassidy started volleyball practice this week. She’s on the school team which is brand new this year. I had shuttle duty since Renee was out of energy by the time the evening practice time rolled around.

Renee went to the Gastro Doc on Monday and he cleared her to drive. She’s been taking Cassidy back-to-school shopping as strength will allow.

We’ve fallen into Fall prep mode with only one slight sunburn to our credit. So there it went, Summer I mean. We get to cap it off by traveling back to Cleveland for a post-op visit on Friday. The scheduling of the next surgery should be known by the end of next week.

Although much cooler than usual, July was National Ice Cream Month. We’ve still got a couple of solid weeks of summer before school so here’s my tribute to that sweet sensation.

Love, War and Ice Cream Cones
By Bob Masterson

Down at the Clip Joint
The cut-ups do not disappoint
Have a seat at number three
I’ll clean you up real nice

She talked about her cravings
While she was snippin and shavin
But then started into raving
At some friendly advice

We had a heated convention
‘bout a frozen confection
And now her missed workouts
somehow were my fault

She called me Satan
Quite an overstatement
I replied, it’s good to know
I own your soul

Didn’t mean nothing by it
Just a comment on her diet
And all is fair in love and war
And ice cream cones

All is fair in love and war
And ice cream cones

Even Gandalf the Wizard
Comes ‘tween a woman n her Chocolate Truffle Blizzard
Look out, she’s got the scissors
It was just a joke

Put down that hair dryer
I swear your eyes could melt fire
Don’t tease a woman ‘bout her desire
For her comfort food

Didn’t mean nothing by it
Just a comment on her diet
And all is fair in love and war
And ice cream cones

All is fair in love and war
And ice cream cones

Is the moral of this song
Can’t we all just get along?
Nah! It’s never eat ice cream
while someone cuts your hair

And don’t comment on her diet
Even if you don’t mean nothing by it
Cause she don’t fight fair when she’s cutting hair
Or eating ice cream cones

No she don’t fight fair when she’s cutting hair
Or eating ice cream cones

Didn’t mean nothing by it
Just a comment on her diet
And all is fair in love and war
And ice cream cones

All is fair in love and war
And ice cream cones

The above is based on a conversation with my barber and contains some verbatim quotes. The real question is, should I ever return there for a hair cut?