I used to have to wear one of these every day. Working at the cafeteria.

Sometimes I have dreams with hairnets in them - I feel trapped.

I am trapped - somehow, in a way I just can't get. Can't understand enough to figure out how not to be trapped. It is a learning experience, ie, you have to learn. And it seems that somewhere along the line comes in the idea that you can't figure your way out of the trap. But then what do you do?

The net, as it says on the box, is durable, invisible. I'll say.

Wear one every day. For a lovely coiffure, and to keep the hair out of the chili.

And just keep on working.

Molly driving in Utah

We stopped here once, filled up the truck and each had a piece of peach pie. It was so good, it can't be described.

I've worked everywhere, man.

cooking dinner - we need to do that more often.

Nice to walk down the street in a strange city and see a poster with your picture on it!

There's a lot going on in Truthville right now, but mostly neath the surface. My brother started a company and that keeps him busy, and out of trouble, and out of my hair for awhile.

But he also hasn't had time or inclination to do any new scheduling for the performance. I ask, but he always puts me off, saying, "Southwest Tour early winter 2009, OK?"

I'm thinking something like this, a nice evening in Tucson:


That's what I'm talking about. The Sonoran Desert, no place like it.

Douglass sent me this picture of two of his friends he hung out with on his last trip back from the east. He looks like he had so much fun! We better go on tour pretty soon or there's going to be trouble. He always gets to do the fun stuff!



Now I'm gonna be blogging a lot more for awhile - gonna be telling more stories and lies. Lies and stories. All mixed up.