Eagle, Springwater and Caraf

Hi there.



Today I thought went OK. I spent a lot of time in the company of people who I do not have much respect for, and people I am steadily losing respect for. It is hard when you see people you like doing all the wrong things; making all the wrong decisions and being influenced by all the wrong people.

Well... What would you do? I don't think the ukulele can help in this matter, although it probably would not hurt. It might just supply some sad gentle background music. Speaking of sad background music, I have one of the most annoying songs ever stuck in my head right now. It is House on Pooh Corner by Kenny Loggins, and the worst and best thing is that I had never heard of Kenny Loggins until this afternoon. I found out that his work competes with It's a small world after all and herpes in terms of despicability and catchyness.

It is a small world after all. Speaking of small worlds, I grew up 5 miles from where Winnie the Pooh was set. Weird ha? But enough of that. I am going to play a game called describe where you are. I created this game to help people find out where they are in their lives, and were they are going and I will now play this game on my self for two reasons. The first is that I am bored and sleep is just not happening right now, and second because I want this to be a long post.

I am sitting in my room in my parents house. I am sitting behind a desk. On the desk are about 6 empty vitamin water bottles, a cellphone, a very old laptop with a broken keyboard, a new keyboard, 2 very futile and sticky coasters, a stack of re-writable CD's and a broken key chain with the Casey coat of arms on it.

In the wall behind me is a window. In the window are open blinds and a large fan. Sitting on the window sill is a bottle of Pastis I got some time during the winter, a full beer can, an empty beer can and a tin of Royal Dansk Luxury Wafers. In the corner to my right is a small table. On it is a tiny plant that I bought to make my room look nice, as well as a tambourine, a penny whistle and a tape of Molfettese folk songs. Behind my head is a portrait of our Lady of Guadalupe, and next to her is the crucifix I got when I was 11. In the other corner is a Shillelagh and a Crosman .177 air gun.

Moving a long the wall to my left is a closet. On the door of the closet hangs a piece of cloth with lots of signatures that I was given when I graduated from high school. From the handle hangs a set of panpipes and a wine skin with the emblem of the Spanish province of Cantabria affixed to it. Further up the wall is the guitar I bought for 5 pounds in England, and was fixed up and made almost playable 2 years ago. It is hung on the wall with nothing but some twine and a tac and in its strings is stuffed a copy of the poem "In Flanders Fields" that I was given when my history class went to Belgium. Hung next to the guitar is my very first mandolin. It was a very cheap model that I got many years ago, and I have not ever put new strings on it, and I probably should. Next to the mandolin is the first instrument I ever bought. It is a $10 Mahalo Ukulele that I bought when I was 15. I occasionally take it off the wall and give it a little strum.

In the next corner is a lamp. The lamp is broken in the middle, and is held together with scotch tape. In front of it is the little table I keep stuff on. Right now it has a basket of pennies, pictures of 3 saints, a little now empty caraf, and some CD's. This little table has a drawer, and in this drawer is some string, a hunting knife, a gun, a Bible and a book filled with signatures and parting messages my friends made for me before I left the old country.

On the wall facing me is a rug. It shows three Peruvian woman collecting water. I have no idea why I put it on the wall, but it looks good. In front of it is my bed. My bed is just the two mattresses that used to make up the bunk bed I shared with my brother in the old country. A few inches away is the door, and on the door are some shirts and a tweed hat...

On the wall to my right is an Absinthe poster. It is framed, to as to give the impression that the alcohol abuse it shows is somehow classy. Next to this is a calendar.

Slightly masking the huge poster of a scene of some Greek houses that I got as payment for one of my first musical gigs, is a huge bookshelf that I brought up from the basement to store the pile of books that was getting bigger by the day. The original bookcase that I built, which was made from a broken cutting board now fits on the bottom shelf, along with a cigar box containing the last undisclosed amount of cash that I got from honest labor. The second and third shelves happily deal with the rest of my books, while the 4th and 5th are dedicated to making me and my room smell good. There is also the stiletto I use to mark days off the calendar and a secret silver box.


Well, I don't know about you, but a few years ago I never thought I would have my own room. I have been very fortunate indeed. Lets hope that many others are as fortunate as I have been.