As Yours Truly frantically burns DVDs and CDs blogging happens.
Freelance gigs piled up mere seconds before the imminent leaving of the Middling City for Wilds of Canada.
Yesterday's gigs included one at a nursing home, a place of multi-colored tile floors that stretch seemingly endlessly down corridors that then dead-end abruptly.
Was buzzed into a side door as YT has a kind face and I did not look dangerous.
And had several heavy bags that scream photog, or maybe even pharmaceutical rep - with samples.
After being buzzed in was wandering, and wandering, and wandering some more.
I did, as is not my wont at moments when I am in the flow of discovery, ask for directions and received some fairly terrible directions. One bad set of directions had me landing in a classroom of people watching an educational vid.
One by one all heads turned in my direction. Until the instructress asked where in hell I'd like to really be.
I shall soon catalogue all moments where YT has entered a door and all activities have ceased.
One that springs to mind includes a public bathhouse in Japan, Itabashi-Ku, to be Perfectly exact.
So I was sent on my way with a finger pointed in another erroneous correct approximation of where I'd find the person I was searching for.
I should like to point out that this building is not equipped with security cams, just a lot of lino.
So then I dead-ended at a chapel in a corner space and heard the strains of a solo voice singing their proverbial heart out and if YT had to guess it would be one of the residents with a purpose.
I did finally find my subject.
Onwards.
Time to deliver the goods, as we say in the photo business.
My Empire comes to a quiet halt as I now wend up north.
Not knowing if blogging magique will take place in the next five or so days but here is a visual I would like to leave You with:
parents are moving and so is their long-forgotten archive, including a sub-archive of my very-forgotten papers from high school and college - with memorabilia.
One item in latter was a folio of 70s Olympic kiddie gymnast sensation Nadia Comaneci photographs and press clippings from when I was a gymnast back in the pre-day.
One of the clips was a small vertical image of Nadia with comedian extraordinaire Flip Wilson.

Flipped on Love.

There Yours Truly was, having a fine IP (in poetry) moment as a favoured song played on the car's hi-fi as I was viewing up ahead what was interpreted to be a slice of something oso bittersweet - a fellow Middling City driver earning a rare speeding ticket on the 33, meaning YT would have to hand over her maligned crown for same.
In sooth it was a cop lazing down the 33 with all his bells and whistles going full throttle, perhaps transporting a VIP, an MIA, an MVP, or a DOA.
Whoah, something totally crazy happening currently on hi-fi in house.
Placed one of the new discs into carousel, pushed play, and voi-freakin-là - no music from CD but from some wack pop rock radio show.
Okey-dokes, all is Perfect once again.
What has transpired in the last several days is just a parade, a cavalcade, if You will, of matters summery, sporty, saucy.
Went to a AAAAAAAAAAA baseball match with Jana, the MC's own Bisons, who were spanked, as they say in the sports sphere.
Believe this or not but I stuck my hand into one of those novelty over-sized finger pointer foam hands for the premier time. It belonged to a kid sitting in front of us. What I found shocking was that I was not able to stick my own little pointer up into the foam hand's pointer man. I found this to be a design flaw.
Those around YT found this foamy discovery quite amazing, it was not unlike when YT silenced a diner/bar/gambling den with the statement Gee, this is my first corndog.
Silence.
So then the balls started popping into the stands, a kid was wacked in the face, his father fled (with kid), and then I realized the added superbonus of having a novelty oversized foam item on one's person.
Next night was another item to be ticked off on the Summer To-Do List: Float in a swimming pool.
We Solid Gold Bookers met at Jeremy's parents's place in Kenmore amid a lovely glowing garden and splashed and conjured up some Esther Williams-worthy watery routines.
Next night was Bills pre-season madness with Sparky as we wended our way into the football zone, me procuring rockstar parking in a flash. Then the healthful hike to the stadium, the rare MC R2W (reason to walk).
Then wended about inside the stadium to find the numbers that matched our tix and merrily we discovered we had entrée to Jim Kelly Club, avoiding the multitudes and headed towards a friendly bartender for some cocktails. Then we made a dinner decision, then another cocktail decision. Then we carefully balanced ourselves out the ushered door to our very excellent seats.
Our asses his the seats just as intermission was happening.
Then we watched the mid-game festivities, and the Jills, bien sur.
Then some romping by the Bills.
Then an injury.
Then we did the wave eight times.
They (NB: YT did not write we) did not win. But they did look good in their outfits.
All for now and back to rainy MC day matters.

Love of Rain for flowers and focus.