Unrealistic Expectations

The realm in which I exist according to the Domestic Despot.

As I told you the other day, I always send an email to Robin Meade asking her to show up at one of my gigs just to see the look on my wife’s face. At that point I would exist in the realm of shut-the-fuck-up, I told you so!

I always send an email, but evidently, I have not used the correct email address and I have never received a reply from any of my requests.

Until now.

Here is the letter I received from the HLN desk:

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So you’re telling me there’s a chance.

Of course I am squeezing every bit of the juice out of that plum as I parade around the house telling my spouse of my “friendship” with Robin and how “we’re in touch.”

Crazier shit has happened.

Karen just rolls her eyes.

I am still working on learning the lyrics for the Johnny Cash song “I’ve Been Everywhere.” I have spent an entire week and I can now do the first verse.

That’s it.

But I have decided to learn the entire song so that I can play it at one of the fairs or festivals this summer. It’s a real crowd-pleaser and Karen doesn’t understand the lure of playing before a hundred people with every single one of them watching for me to fuck up.

I have made it the ultimate memory exercise and if you think it is another exercise in futility, think again.

I will do it.

This week, rather by the end of it, I will have two of the four verses in the song committed to memory.

I have also added the songs “Collide” and “When You Say Nothing at all” to my repertoire. I will continue to add new songs to my 200-song playlist. I am having an awesome time in retirement, and my prosthetist has adjusted my leg to where I am able to walk a lot further and I am able to spend more time on it.

Next destination: the driving range.

I pray for the Ukraine and her people.

Just think, President Zelensky was an actor, playing on a sitcom before all this Russian aggression.

It would be like us unleashing President Adam Sandler.

Unrealistic expectations indeed.

Stay well.