Christmas in July, a marketing ploy I really don't enjoy. Take a look at Cleveland Scene Magazine and you'll find a slew of Christmas in July parties going on at a bar near you.
You can hop on the ferry and head to Put-n-Bay for their annual pseudo-holiday which goes on for an agonizing 12 days. You'd think I'd be heading to Stone Mad for their celebration featuring The Ohio City Singers. After all, I love this band and they have an album of all new material in the can which they'll be debuting tonight starting at 6pm. I'd rather hear these songs when the snow begins to fall.
I love Christmas time but once a year is fine for me. It's a special time and I don't want to dillute it in any way. I'd rather celebrate the sun and summertime fun for as long as I can. Now where's the nearest bikini contest?
Actually, I just might stop by Moriarty's on E. 6th for Morgan's Christmas in July party Friday night. A number of friends and family will be there. But I'll be damned if I'm singing a Christmas carol.
"So last night the screen door was ajar and my 15 year old indoor cat must have gotten out. Didn't think of that when I closed the door for the night. She's gotten out a couple of times but would always cry outside and I'd hear her. I don't use my AC. This morning I realized she was missing. No sign of her anywhere inside or out. Circled the block on my bike a couple times. Posted a couple fliers. Guess there's 3 possibilities. 1. Left to die. 2. Hiding and may return in a day or two. 3. Someone took her in. Yeah, kinda bummin'."
Nearly 24 hours later and no sign of my cat. I got an outpouring of support and advice from my friends on Facebook. It means alot.
The thing is she's 15 years old. It would have been better if she'd just died. The thought that's she's out there, fending on her own without claws, partially deeaf and blind, nor a lick of understanding outdoor life has me quite upset.
Her name's Maggie. She's not the most attractive cat since her uterus dropped years ago. Profile is not her best side. Here's a photo.
I put a few posters up right around my house. There's many dog walkers. Perhaps one of them will spot her and see the sign. Perhaps not.
Someone suggested putting something with her scent outside so this morning I placed her bed on my back stoop. Another suggested laying out some food but I've got a skunk problem and don't need to be feeding it.
I'm trying to keep a Zen attitude about it. The heartbreak is unavoidable though.
Here's my Friday Freakout Radio Hannibal Music Session. Trying to keep my spirits up.
Then there's word that Lou Reed had a liver transplant at the Cleveland Clinic a few weeks ago, Lou Reed Recovering From Liver Transplant. It shouldn't be surprising. The Cleveland Clinic has some very high profile patients pass in and out of its doors, including kings and queens. That they are able to keep their patients identities hidden while here is admirable.
In some very negative news, and not just for the Cleveland Clinic but the entire US health care system, the New York Times reveals just how we Americans are being ripped off, The $2.7 Trillion Medical Bill. As I've said before, the United States health care system may be scamming us but at least Cleveland is benefiting from the shakedown.