I am not sitting in my big, manly, comfortable, black leather poppa chair. Right now, I’m hangin in my hammock…out on my back deck…under the trees. There should be a hammock hangin song. Maybe a rapper.
Hangin in my hammock, looking up at the trees. Got any problems don’t tell me ‘bout them please.
Just a tee shirt and jeans, no suit, tie or shoes. Can’t help smilin and rockin, and takin a snooze.
It’s Summertime, Summertime, Sum, Sum, Sumertime… Summertime. Summertime, and the livin is easy…The Lazy, Crazy, Hazy days of Summer….I guess you get the point.
I’ve got so much to do today, and I’m not doing any of it. At least for a while. This is my Don’t-Do-What-I-Don’t-Wanna-Do-Day, Do-Wah, Do Wah. And my hammock is the perfect place to not do what I don’t wanna do. That’s wanna…not want to. No prissy pronunciations please.
There are lots of things I don’t wanna do today. I don’t wanna mow the lawn. I don’t wanna write a new commercial for my main client. I don’t wanna start work on the new book I’m supposed to write. I don’t even wanna wash my car. Make it look like a star. Fill er up with gas, and take me someplace far.
Hammock hangin really turns my limbic system loose. Sets me all free, and loose as a goose.
STOP…as Big Louie his own bad self always says when I start getting myself in deep doo-doo…with this silly voo-doo. STOP… PLEEEZZZE STOP is what my Lady Wonder Wench says when I do my doo-doo out loud. She says it doesn’t make her very proud.
My head won’t stop rappin at me…slappin at me…yappin at me when the rest of me is just hammock hangin.
You know what curing me of this entails ? Just hitting you with some Dick’s Details…Quiz. All answers are in the current podcast.
1- What is a big factor in making organized crime so profitable?
2- What don’t our new B.A.s, M.A.s and Ph Ds have?
3- What did the shrink say to the cannibal ?
Dick’s Details. They take your mind off your mind.
I really am doing a new book by the way. The working title is The ‘Tude Dude. As you might have figured out, it’s mainly about reminding Louie-Louie Generation folks that we don’t have to let ourselves turn into lumps of meat, just because we don’t look like the people in the beer commercials any more.
That’s something I’ve had on my mind ever since I first realized that my slick was slipping. And that was a long time ago. I wrote a story about it all the way back when my first lovin touch book was published. It’s called, Losers.
My Lady Wonder Wench spent a lot of years with me when a trip to McDonalds was a big deal…and there wasn’t any car to wash, and there certainly wasn’t any hammock on any back deck. There were lots of times when my slick slipped pretty bad…and I landed up hard on my pride. She always understood. And she still does. My Lady Wonder Wench.
Losers is from the lovin touch personal audio cd. If you like it, you can just keep the current podcast. Or if you want a fresh copy, just download it from the lovin touch icon on the home page.
I really am going to do a new book about us. The Louie Generation. And …lying here in my hammock feeling kind of silly…instead of workin’ be-in chilly…I was also thinking of doing a children’s book. Some possible children’s books titles have been flipping around in my brain.
How about The Boy Who Died From Eating All His Veggies. Or Four Letter Words To Know And Share. Or The Kid’s Guide To Hitchhiking. Or Some Kittens Can Fly. Or The Pop Up Book Of Grown Up’s Anatomy. I could follow one of those up with Whining, Kicking And Crying To Get Your Way. Or, Your Nightmares Are Real. Maybe Disney would want the movie rights to Why Can’t Mr. Fork And Ms. Electric Outlet Be Good Friends.
What do you mean, you see some problems with my kid’s book project? Hey…you know what ? I don’t care.
I’m just hangin in my hammock, looking up at the trees,
Got any problems don’t tell me ‘bout them please. J
Just a t shirt and jeans, no suit, tie or shoes.
Can’t help smilin and rockin, and takin a snooze.