Live from the Artists Den: Kid Rock - "Rock N Roll Jesus"

1:25 Told ya I’d be up late :) How is your night, my friend? Hung out with godfather & Q; GF left, a sweater in the pleasantly cool after a smoky air standing still with road line painting construction night only high of 79ish tomorrow (help the smoke coming in from the ID fires?) forecast. Whaddya doing? I hope something fun, interesting, & relaxing…oh, wait, you live that way…you really live…I love that about you…I am refreshed by your adventurous, creative, intelligent, & curious way you walk on your journey. I respect & admire your grand swagger. And I love how you make me laugh. I felt safe so I chk-chk’d a Remington 870 Express 12 Gauge & learned of the different chokes (oh, & of course, took notes & learned of different ranges). Advisory. I did the same with Q’s Favorite Thing On The Planet; Grandpa Pinkie (‘cuz same Q hair)’s Infield Springfield (300 yds Peep Site, been in the family 65 years…pristine.) Learned its uses. What comes after Advisory? Loved the experience. Both surprised it was 1:20. You are strong & a good hunter. I learned more about the marksmanship of my favorite tky pic. I also heard of high school 4 man averaging 28/14/3 blocks, saw framed picture of #11 straight up to rival defender otherwise rightful charge call. Buck Toothed Bucky Referee with bad calls seem like prevented senior good scholarships; honest, if offender, to own up before whistling, would get T’s for calling out Bucky on wrong calls, wondering if refs/players in the same game. Dogs earlier rambunctiously playing but puppy crashed full out (only getting up to way cute move to the other end of the couch) but even almost 8 years old felt comfortable enough to take a protection break snooze on the floor in front of my couch. Stories flowing, laughter, silence with background couple of TV channels, but chill, un-gill-like. Very peaceful. I thought of you throughout my learning. I imagined your enjoyment of hunting. I respect it; I respect you.

My sister called to give me a heads up that my uncle (fellow Celtics fan & peddles, too - Clarissa’s retired dad) offered to come out here & help me load a U-Haul & ride with me to my sister’s. A lot of tears & processing with her (especially her sisterly protection of me & her perspective of SRTW) & I’m emotionally tired so I need to head to 318 & I’m still in Missoula. I’m sorry. I haven’t the time yet for Polish (Redneck?) Horseshoes. Please forgive the change in my actions, but I still have a lot of tears, so I better focus on getting to Stevi & maybe a quick bridge stop at Bell South. I don’t know why I am drawn to that area specifically, but I sure could use a moment there. Maybe it’s the view of the ‘Roots from that side of the river…it’s very peaceful for me there. Yes, I need my river time still. I need to be with Him there. I feel Him strongly there. I’ve had coffee so I may be up late even though I’m a bit emotionally drained. I continue to do my best; I’ll talk with you later. (1st daily post was at the library – they didn’t have the book or CD yet – bummer, but onward!). Hope your sunset is beautiful & peaceful.

Happy Tuesday, RJR!!! I hope your Tuesday time today is terrific, tantalizing, & titillating! Apparently I have a T Word rhyming issue; I hope it’s no bother :) Did you sleep well, ANGEL? I hope you feel rested, & are smiling. I slept well & figured I would do whatever my 318 morning things were, but I didn’t think last night I would work a whole bunch on my garage for this weekend’s sale, but it was EASY LOVING doing what I was doing as the radio was on reminding me I was BORN TO BOOGIE, so I kept powering through until now (2ish snacking on deviled eggs). I helped BG with the sale he’s decided to have (good, because he has guy stuff so together it’s a serious garage saler’s dream), so we picked up & swept his garage so he can work on the rest. Then I mowed our back lawn, which grows long quickly, & our connecting lawns, along with his. I will finish our big side yard after I purchase more gas, but lots of it is browning so I’m leaving it as long as possible. Ok, that’s a lot of detail. Wanna hear about my fingernail time this morning? :) Snaps for what I (often try to but am not always apparently successful) filter out of my 2000’s? :) Then BG & I had what he called a Montucky moment, sitting in 2 recliners having a smoke & drinking pepsi (which he’d brought over after I finished the lawn). Now that I’ve showered & put on my clean Elle outfit, I’m heading out shortly for those errands. I KNOW WHERE I’M GOING, not LUCKENBACH, TEXAS,…that’s a bit far with all I have to do, so I figured, ELVIRA, oh, wait, I mean Anna, gettie on up to Missoula ‘cause not only are you on one, but LOVE IS ON A ROLL, too, so keep smiling, & rock on. I do hope you’re having a great day, my friend, & I’ll talk with you in Missoula. Smiles :)

10:49 Enough Brewery beer & no need for a sweater, so it’s still intact, I called it a night for I wanted to come back to you, be with you. Q316 had a PBS John Muir TV program on & admires what Teddy Roosevelt accomplished to save lands (national monument not park Grand Canyon). Fun & interesting. Geek - not Alert – Advisory!! Earlier, Sonya was good with a quick dip & we both look forward to beautiful river time tomorrow after Missoula errands. Yippee! Independent travel to Missoula! I’m humbled & grateful. For my first time since being back on my bike, tonight, I have the only tattoo (temporary) I have thought for myself…until now. When riding a lot, I seem to always get a partial bike chain tattoo on my inner right calf. I’ve joked about it since ’99. Earlier self-judgmental (bad physical form?) but now I wear it with honor. I felt happy with my progress when I finally saw it tonight. Yamaha & I saw a gal riding a speedy cycle & I thought for the first time, I would enjoy & want to learn how to ride. I’m a little scared, but I want to try. For some reason now, I don’t believe it would end in the same I-don’t-do-anymore category of roller blades, for upon my last adventure, instead of going into a street light intersection uncontrolled (at the beginning of my adventure), I decided I was going slow enough to use the parked old-school red van to assist my further slow down to control the intersection (Did you hear my plan? Did you hear Him giggling? I took a long time before I healed & giggled). Apparently, I was going faster, with more force, than I realized…I slammed into the back doors like a cartoon (my friend said) – straight at it, knocked into perpendicular mid-air, & then flat on my face. Too quick for me to realize what was happening & the people sleeping in the van (mid-afternoon) were perplexed, as well, due to their popped-up-in-the-back-window faces. Ok, that WAS funny! I hurt bad, but I continued on the rest of the trip, humbled, but not giving up.

Bummer, time is winding down here, but I have an untouched Growler at home & small green sweater so I’m heading to Q316 for a bit & then I’ll come talk to you again. I may trade him housecleaning (which he keeps apologizing he doesn’t do) for cheese curds. We just potentially struck the deal. I may be mowing tomorrow morning. BG asked me if I’d mow because he doesn’t want to approach one of his property lines & I said I’d help because he’s helped me so much. He said he’d like to pay me because he knows I could use it, but we’ll see. My heart does it to help him. He’s a good, old school neighbor, working with strengths and gifts to help the Village as a whole. It's so refreshing. I hope, my love, you’ve had a great day…I’ve been thinking of you all throughout mine. Robert :) filled my car tires. I can’t wait to talk to you later. Hope you’re having fun & relaxing after all the work you do. Be good to yourself, my friend, and I’ll talk with you soon. I love you, Robert James Forever Kid Rock Ritchie. You amaze and inspire me!