How will those 50 US Senators and the fascist posing as Vice President live with themselves?  They just voted to roll on with taking away healthcare from 20+ MILLION American citizens.  Well, I guess the rich people will get tax breaks so everyone else can just get on with dying, right?

John McCain.  I keep putting faith in that man.  I keep believing that he will be the decent human being we once thought he was and that he will stand up to the fascists and do the right thing.  Push hard on Trump’s election rigging.  Support healthcare for his fellow Americans.  No.  He just keeps disappointing me and doing exactly the opposite of the right thing.  The man was diagnosed with a brain tumor.  Had surgery.  Flew back to Washington to vote today… and voted to start the process of robbing over 20 million of his fellow Americans of their healthcare.  How many millions of Americans suffering for tumors similar to yours will die because you were not man enough to stand up to Donald Trump and Mitch McConnell.  I once considered John McCain an American hero.  No more.  Now he’s just another evil fascist collaborator.

Fuck you, John McCain.  Fuck.  You.

I’m actually kinda jealous.

We are at Boston Logan airport. My step kids have been in Europe for the last two weeks.

Not any more though.  Their plane just touched down!  Pretty soon they’ll be coming through that door!

The bird feeders are full.

The camera is set on its fastest shutter speed and highest ISO.

The camera is manually focused and the remote shutter is plugged in.

Now we wait for some birds to visit.

It’s not quite the legendary Rolling Stones Mobile Studio that was immortalized in Deep Purple’s Smoke on the Water, but it is my mobile studio for 50/90.  For today at least.

I know I’ve been talking about our patio adventures a lot lately.  You’re probably bored to tears with it.  I don’t care, the posts will continue.

We moved into this little house back in September of 2010.  In all that time there has never been a light in the back yard.  Because of that, there has never been a time when we made use of the backyard after dark.  Well… once, during a meteor shower I went out there in the whee hours of the morning to look at shooting stars.  I took a big flashlight with me.

Now that we have something to draw us out back, the patio and the gazebo (thanks again, Sherman!), I have found myself out there after dark a couple of times.  My beloved wife recently bought a box of four little battery operated lanterns.  We keep one in the garage and one under the gazebo.  Those suckers are incredibly bright.  When we need them we keep them on the floor because if we hang them they will blind everyone in a 30 mile radius.

So there I was tonight, my MacBook on the table streaming Game of Thrones on HBONow, the lantern on the floor, one of those candles that is supposed to drive away mosquitoes lit up on the table.  A lovely evening (would have been nicer with more of a breeze, but you don’t think I am complaining, do you?).

I heard a noise behind me, coming from the woods.  I turned to look and saw two eyes glowing in the dark staring back at me.  Yup, really.  Well, that’s how it seemed.  After a snippet of Robert Johnson lyric passed through my pea brain…

I got to keep movin’, I got to keep movin’
Blues fallin’ down like hail, blues fallin’ down like hail
Hmmm-mmm, blues fallin’ down like hail, blues fallin’ down like hail

And the days keeps on worryin’ me
There’s a hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail
Hellhound on my trail

…I realized what it was.  Fireflies.  Lightning Bugs.  Lots of them.

I looked away for a second then looked back.  There were probably 8-10 of them lit up.  I looked away and then back again.  There were probably 10-15 of them.

It is entirely possible that we live in the firefly capital of the Northeast.

How cool is that?

Oh nothing, just watching a little TV in the gazebo.  That’s all.

Well, maybe adolescent bunny is more accurate.

The fifty songs in ninety days challenge continues and I continue with it.  Sort of.  Nothing finished yet, but 10 ideas underway.  Nothing really special.  I have been thinking of posting my works in progress playlist to my band’s facebook chat to see if anyone wants to give any of the song ideas a shot.  I haven’t though.  I probably won’t.  I hate being rejected.  The internet doesn’t reject my music, it just ignores it.  I can handle that, but outright rejection?  I am an aging, fat man and my heart would probably give up the fight.

This is what I have so far…

My love and I, gazebo by candlelight.