home again, jiggety, jig

On mornings like this one, on mornings when the phone is out, AGAIN, or still, I write in Word, with the hope that I’ll be able to post later.  It is a mystery why MY phone lines are out so many days of each month.  On days like this, I ask myself if it a plot to actually raise the monthly fee by only servicing half the time?   I remember back to a time, in Honduras, when that was the case.  As soon as anyone in the phone company (or maybe the neighborhood) realized that you might be ‘away’, your phone line was immediately appropriated to service someone else.  On your return, you’d wait until your line could be ‘fixed’.  Days, weeks, even months could pass.  I’m kidding.. about the rate service part.   The service representative says that that they can see there is a problem.  Yes???  But, she asks, are you using that number now?  Why, yes, I am.  She tells me it sounds as if I’m on my cell phone, there is static, and it keeps cutting out.  Duh… that is what I’m calling about.  I tell myself, over and over, DON’T SHOOT THE MESSENGER.  Wish me luck.  I have the nicest phone guys.  But, I wonder…

I told you there was music on my trip last week.   The first night I saw the Temptations.  C told me years ago, that they played at his high school graduation.  I did the math.  The guys on the stage couldn’t have been at C’s graduation.  One of them was… these were the ‘new’ Temptations.  Great fun!   Great music! 

The next night there was more music, same venue, different band.  Aphrodesia, a group from San Francisco, arrived in their vegetable oil powered bus.  My feet are still tapping.  I’m not sure how to describe their music.  The party invitation had described it as ‘world music’.  Afro funk.. Brazilian techno… whatever..  WoW!  They really put on a show.  If you ever get a chance, catch their act.