"First Down And Four More Carols To Go!

 Can you believe it? It's the "Day Before Christmas Day, y'all!

"No-oh well, No-oh well, No-oh well, No-oh well"

"It's a first down and ten, the referee-ee did say,"
"Green Bay on the twenty, Four minutes to play..."

"No-oh well, No-oh well", the-ee Angel did say..."

Even before we were married forty-nine years ago, I was invited to attend "Moo-Mas" which was Therese's second eldest brother's birthday celebration on December 23rd.

There's always lots of food.

There's lots of dips, too! Creamed spinach dip, tuna salad dip, crab dip, cheese dip, pepper jelly dip, spicy bean dip... dip dips! There's chicken and andouille gumbo, sashimi and sushi, sliced smoked turkey and ham, pigs in a blanket, three different salad combos including potato salad, weenies in barbecue sauce, mini muffalottas and more! 

Cake and ice cream, for later!

Over those many years, children have grown and gone their separate ways. Priests, aunts and uncles who used to run the party or at least, assist in making the celebration fun, over time, sat in senior spots and then, in time, faded away. Now, we sit in those same spots and watch children open gifts and play.

But, no matter what year, one thing throughout the ages remains the same. That is, singing Christmas carols while watching the game!

There were those who loved to sing and relished each note, and then, those that acquiesced and pretend to sing along by rote. Some tried to harmonize while faking the words. Some mumbled along singing in Latin like lost birds.

But, it is hard to sing a song when the game is on the line,
The notes all seem so flat, and there's no rhythm or rhyme!

"Yet we all are here together, feeling great and feeling fine,
Celebrating one man's birthday, so close to Christmas time!

Copyright 2021/Ben Bensen III

"It's Hard To Not Personify An Appliance."

 

Our 32 year old Amana

Our icy pal is slowly giving up giving us the cold shoulder after thirty-two years of service. It's hard to not personify an appliance. But giving the really sad options offered to replace it, including a repair contract paid for by the consumer before you take delivery, is criminal.

I'm really sad to let her go especially since she is still working, but struggling to do so!

You know I've mentioned our toaster, that was given to us, forty-nine years ago, as a wedding present. It still works!

No repair contracts or upgrades needed!

Also, another still working wedding present is our "Ostarizer" Blender. The black base/gasket that attaches the glass container to the machine cracked about two years ago, but still worked.

No repair contracts or upgrades needed!

Last week, we decided to replace this gem with a new Osta blender... It sucks!

But, I decided to see if that base/gasket would fit the original glass container. I mean, why not? Tee thought it was worth a try and "Lordy, lordy"... it fits.

So, for thirty bucks we found a replacement part that we couldn't find online. Sweet!

Now, we have to decide what to do with the cheapo/sucko blender that has been replaced by the new old replacement...

Copyright 2021/Ben Bensen III

"It will be interesting to see if he actually follows through with the offer"...

 "Little Deuce Coupe" was blasting on the stage PA system as I sat down with my friend Al to have my first cup. I don't know if Frank was a Beach Boy fan, but I was sending GiddyUp and a few "community papers" car crazy hints all week long.

Halfway through my first cup, Cathy Rodriguez, dropped by with En Plein Air intentions, so we walked the back driveway to check out the classics and find a spot in the shade that would work for the four hour cruise.

There were some great setups with a wide variety of cars to paint.
But, I found a shady place between two blue SS Chevelles and a 1937 delivery truck.

One of the fun things about painting at shows is the people that come by to see what I'm up to and the comments they make.

"Can I, um... can I look over your shoulder?"

"No," I'd say, quoting a Talking Heads song entitled, "For Artists Only"... "You can't see it till it's FINISHED!"

You know, I could've finished the painting, maybe not to my satisfaction, but completed if I hadn't spent so much time entertaining myself with the many visitors. It was so good to see people I haven't seen in years or, at least, since Covid.

One ten year old boy, who, I assume was the son of the owner of the delivery truck would come by every hour or so to see my progress.

"Sir, when you finished, can I have the painting?"

"I don't know, man. I don't give away paintings until I sign it and I only sign it if I am satisfied with it," I replied.

"It looks good to me now," he said.

"You'll have to wait till I start putting some paint on the sketch, first!" I said.

"And, thank you," I said. You can't make a good painting from a bad drawing!"

My instructional comment about the arts fell upon deaf ears!

In between the many stories and wonderful kudos I received from the visitors as well as the classic car owners, the boy would return to peruse and once again ask if I was finished.

"Mister, mister, he said. Are you gonna put the writing on the door?"

"It sure is looking good to me," he later commented.

After about the four or five visits over a period of four hours, I caved in.

"I tell you what, here's my business card with my email address," I said, handing over to him one of my cards.

"In about a week, when the paint dries and I can fix the wheels, you send me an email and we'll see if I like it enough to sign it."

"Okay?"

With the enthusiasm only a ten year old can possess, he smiled, put the card in his jeans front pocket and skipped back to his parents and the 1937 delivery truck. It will be interesting to see if he actually follows through with the offer.

Looking back over yesterday's activities including the many bands on the stage as well as Frank's harmonizing with his daughter's wonderful vocals, I wanna thank all those who came by to visit and said such nice things to me about the painting.

That was awfully sweet!

I never got to complete the car wheels, but people loved seeing the progress over the three or four hour attempt. I later finished, at home, the wheels in the spirit of the original effort.

Later in the day, after cleaning myself up and wiping the paint off my forehead, I sat down with some friends from Gus's and had a beer and the best fully loaded hamburger I've had in years. Thanks Scott Penton!

Copyright 2021/Ben Bensen III