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A Hot Day in Chicago, Stream of Consciousness in the life…

[Written yesterday before whopper storms came through last night. Today the flowers are rocking from the soak.]

Sitting in the shade on a hot August day. A wide assortment of thoughts come to mind.

The obvious- hot yet comfortable due to a Lake Michigan breeze wafting through the 2nd floor deck, my iced coffee w. zero calorie/carb raspberry flavoring (love or hate it… I like!) and a sweet friend gifted our family/grandkids w. several not-so-sugar-free drink mixes and all the stuff to go with a little snow-cone machine for them! Sweet indeed 🙂

Here I am writing on my also-gifted old but (major-league battery powered) netbook, one of my fave Linux operating system distros on it.

Just read sadly about Charlie Watts, Rolling Stones drummer passing. More of that coming for all of us along and along.

Readying for a weekend of 50 year celebration at a Des Moines church in Iowa w. a longtime pastor friend. Wendi and I will go over a few ol’ REZ tunes for that, and I must rehearse a few I’ve not done much -for that Sat. night set.

Thinking about the massive per capita Covid infection outbreak in S. Dakota and the many years of Music For the Soul Stage at Sturgis Motorcycle rallies I played w. so many blues jamming friends, several now gone due to Covid, etc..

Smelling the charcoal down below as cooks prepare an amazing grilled chicken supper.

Drought in other parts, our garden is going crazy pretty due to rain here off and on while so many sad, tragic things are happening with wildfires in Cali. and even northern Minnesota… then floods and destruction, deaths in Tennessee.

Last night right across the street in Uptown Chicago 4 young gang kids shot one another up, more blood in the street. Sigh.

Afghanistan, Haiti, on it goes.

Our world is laced with many, many sad traumas as well as graced, protected and blessed with elements God is present with me/us in. Believe it or not.

From “The Call” – “I Still Believe”:

I’ve been in a cave for forty days
Only a spark to light my way
I wanna give out, I wanna give in
This is our crime
This is our sin

But I still believe, I still believe
Through the pain and through the grief
Through the lives, through the storms
Through the cries and through the wars

Oh, I still believe

I’m flat on my back out at sea
Hopin’ these waves don’t cover me
I’m turned and tossed upon the waves
When the darkness comes I feel the grave

But I still believe, I still believe
Through the cold and through the heat
Through the rain and through the tears
Through the crowds and through the cheers

Oh, I still believe

I’ll march this road, I’ll climb this hill
Upon my knees if I have to
I’ll take my place up on this stage
I’ll wait ’til the end of time for you like everybody else

I’m out on my own walkin’ the streets
I look at the faces that I meet
I feel like I, like I want to go home
What do I feel?
What do I know?

But I still believe, I still believe
Through the shame and through the grief
Through the heartache, through the tears
Through the waiting, through the years

For people like us in places like this
We need all the hope that we can get

I pray for so many people, dear friends in another state who just recently contracted Covid and are in hospital. A tour good friends recently, rightly cancelled but will happen in time, due to the virus upsurges in Navajo areas of New Mexico.

I still can see, hear, find, even enjoy God’s blessings in my life, so many come with an amazing wife and family, church friends, and sit out front w. a guitar, harmonica and battery powered amp playing music I love for people I love in a city I love -in the main because I know WHO Love IS and know I’m loved regardless.

So there’s a day in the life.

In a bit I’ll print off the setlist, gear and packing list, some lyrics, re-string a guitar, try out one of my portable pickups on several found-object guitars and decide which to take to the weekend gig.

Oh- my friend Bob created yet another hottttt mix of peppers and spices that I’ll sure ’nuff pop on my grilled chicken tonight!

Tomorrow laundry, more rehearsing.

In all things by prayer, with thanksgiving, making my requests to God, thanking Him for the peace that SURPASSES understanding.

One day at a time.

As always, thanks for stopping by. -Glenn


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