Nothing Tuesday

Da Goddess @ 20:20

I started a post last night with music, but was too tired to follow through. Today yielded the exact same results.

The drive to San Diego was uneventful, save for a dust storm and a rain storm. The drive back was uneventful, save for the fact I left my fucking wallet in a bathroom stall at a travel stop attached to a casino. I didn’t realize it until we were already an hour away.

About 500 calls later, it hadn’t been turned in and I had to call to cancel my Visa debit card, my EBT card, and I still have an incredible amount of calls left to make. Insurance, DMV (again! And which has already proved to be nigh on impossible), social security, and I need to call about my birth certificate. I know the last two items shouldn’t have been in my wallet, but they were there for a reason. Also, my vaccination record was in there.

What really kills me is that the last note my mom ever wrote me was in the wallet. Photos of the kids. Ticket stubs from long ago concerts. Eighteen guitar picks I’ll never be able to replace. Things like that.

I know as time goes on, I’ll think of other items I’ll need to replace, but for now I’m just kicking myself each and every time I remember what happened. It’s the preferred option when compared to an accident or someone breaking into the car amd stealing all the things in there. We were lucky in that sense.

Exhausted by my own stupidity, I leave you with absolutely no music and 100% permission to laugh at my misfortune.

Until…um…next time, I guess.


Can’t You See?

Da Goddess @ 22:23

Marshall Tucker keeps playing in my head these days.

“Can’t you see?
Whoa, can’t you see?
What that woman, Lord, been doin’ to me…”

It’s been on a near constant loop in my brain for the past 7 to 10 days. It’s been about that long since I basically lost all but the blurriest vision in my right eye.

It’s just a worsening of the cataract that I needed to have surgery on last year, but didn’t because I had nowhere to stay during the surgery and recovery time.

Everything was fine until about 10 days ago. I woke up and my eye was a little sore, a little itchy, but nothing major…until I started to get on with my day and realized my right eye felt “off”. I did the whole close one eye to test my vision thing and BAM! All I had was colorful blurry blobs in my right eye.

Well, that’s not great news. Natch. But I’m left-eyed. So, it could be a lot worse. A LOT WORSE. Of course, I need to make a special appointment with my ophthalmologist in San Diego very soon. I’d try to squeeze it in on Monday while I’m there, but that’s not optimal as far as timing and such. I’ll be there for a very short time. Essentially there two days. Then it’s back to Phoenix with my friend J. We’re doing a quick trip to get as much of my belongings as we can fit in a van and also for a bladder/kidney scan (one of the more exciting exams one can ever schedule). It’s necessary since I’ve had intermittent bouts of urinating bright red blood.

While chances are this is another health problem related to Covid, I opted out of the study here because it ended up too far away from where I live. The study would have covered the scan and whatever treatment is necessary. However, this particular study did NOT include transportation for 2-3 appointments a week for the first month and I most certainly can’t afford to Uber 70 miles round trip that often. Thus, my San Diego doctor was kind enough to set up the test I needed. I’m also supposed to have a pain management appointment after, but there’s a problem with authorization (of course!). So I’m taking what I can get this time around and will schedule more for September when I go back to get the remainder of my stuff.

Very exciting, right?

This past Tuesday, J and I drove her kids up to Vegas to be with their dad. Two chatty little ones and two chatty grown-ups. Four and a half hours or so there. Just over four hours back. It was a good trip. And honestly, I’m in awe that J does this trip frequently. Alone.
Fast forward to today’s trip. We made great time, dumped our meager belongings at the hotel (a $200 room for $35 because J works for the hotel chain and this is one of the perks), then headed over to my sister’s. I got to see Fletch! OMG! He’s so stinkin’ sweet. I love that cat more than life itself. While I’d take him back in a heartbeat, he’s settled there and C&D have become accustomed to having him in their lives. No way I’m breaking up that power trio even if I could. For now, I will enjoy the cats at J’s and get kitty loves when I can.

Anyhow, we loaded up the minivan with quite a bit of my belongings and hit up In & Out Burgers for dinner. We’re now settled into our room and are trying to get comfortable. We’re exhausted. Sweaty and exhausted. Sweaty, exhausted, and feeling oddly accomplished. It’s a good, satisfying sensation.

Tests in the morning. Off to sleep.

Photos of the storm were encountered on our drive and a very melty version of me.

I can’t post photos because the new version of WordPress doesn’t have the option to upload that I can easily discern. *facepalm* Oy.


On the 2nd Day of Christmas

Da Goddess @ 16:12

On the second day of Christmas, I give to thee:

A West Texas is the Best Texas sunset.

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No tweaking to the color whatsoever. That’s just what God served up and what my phone actually FINALLY got right for a change.


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TJH: Inspire – The Beach, part III

Da Goddess @ 04:21

On the rocks

Really rocky


TJH: Inspire – The Beach, part II

Da Goddess @ 04:04

The beach in Encinitas

Wave Detail


TJH: Inspire – The Beach, part I

Da Goddess @ 19:04

I need some help deciding between two images. Please, decide for me. Send your friends over to tell me what sucks and what doesn’t. Send your dentist. Send your dogs, cats, ferrets, pigs, and personal chefs! Really, I just need help deciding between the two images. Which one do you prefer?

Option A or Option B?

Which one do you like?


Back in the Saddle

Da Goddess @ 23:20

Back in LV since Monday night. Back at work since Tuesday morning. Life is back to “normal”.

My mom went to the doctor today and I called to find out what the deal was. She’s doing much better. Weight is down (thank you, Lasix!), blood count is up, blood pressure is up (boo! hiss! add that med back into the regimen), and she’s feeling a little more like herself every day. I wish I could be there, but my sisters and my daughter have everything under control. My older sister, especially, has been a Godsend. We’re lucky she’s been able to take such good care of my mom. Very lucky, indeed.

In the future, though, I do believe I’ll be there to ease her burden (not that our mom is a burden…nowhere close!). I mean, I see this as my last summer in Vegas. The heat and I are no longer close friends. I burned out on him, if you will. I’m totally breaking up with heat! Hehee. I also don’t like being so far away from my family. This latest round of illness with my mom was the straw that broke this camel’s…back. It’s time to head west again. Although, if Mr T at the airport has his way, I’ll stay here. I dunno. He was rather adorable and persuasive, but the fact that he failed to get my phone number leads me to believe I’ll not be marrying a secret prince moonlighting as people shuffler at the ‘port.

Know anyone with a truck who wants to take a roadtrip? Seriously, all I own will fit nicely in the back of a pickup truck. It’s a short trip, but think of all the fun we could have stopping in Baker to get Mad Greek! And, hello! CALIFORNIA! SAN DIEGO! BEACHES! Plus I know a couple good places for BBQ. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Eh, hit me up in the comments if you want to go cruise to Cali with me.



DaGoddess @ 06:06

My Honeyboy is officially retired as of Sunday. I understand why. Health issues. He’s 96. But I hate to think of him not playing his guitar and performing. Seems to me when you stop doing that which you love, that you’ve done for so long, it’s like giving your body permission to just…stop. So, I’m concerned, but also wishing him the best.

That said, it’s obvious I need to find myself another older bluesman to adore. That’s where Taildragger comes in.

Taildragger on stage

Taildragger tells a story

Taildragger in Portland

Taildragger at the festival


Cute, eh?

Oh who am I kidding? I’m a collector. Nobody’s taking Honey’s place. They’re all special to me.


Smilin’ Kev’s Video

DaGoddess @ 07:29

Here’s one of his songs from the festival. If you watch closely, right in front of the stage, blonde hair, gray shirt, camera…that’s me.

Bonus song:


Smilin’ Kevin

DaGoddess @ 04:00

Great guitarist, total sweetheart.

Guitarist Kevin Selfe

Kevin Selfe



Robert Cray

DaGoddess @ 07:37

Silly photo policy with the Crayman. We had ONE SONG during which we (all 75 photographers with photo passes) were allowed to shoot. Groups of ten were let on the ramp and told 90 seconds. Can you believe that? It was difficult to push our way through the others on the ramp and get a few shots from different angles.

Robert Cray

Robert Cray in Portlands

Waterfront Blues Festival Robert Cray


Two More

DaGoddess @ 06:32

We found an earring at some point and bossman got goofier than usual. He totally works the look, don’t you think?

nose ring

lost and found put to use

Yes, this is a stunning example of the type of people I spend my time with when I head to the Pacific Northwest.


Crowd Shot

DaGoddess @ 04:11

Gratuitous crowd shot. Just one of many I took. One view from main stage to second largest stage (way in the back). And there are two other stages you can’t see. The crowd was massive!

festival crowd


Photography Meets Music

DaGoddess @ 03:55

My photographic hero and one of the best voices to come along in ages…together in one photo! They would be Dick Waterman and Karen Lovely.

Lovely Waterman

Somewhere in my archives is a story about a book Mr Waterman wrote that LD and I read together, a story or two at a time.

In case you weren’t aware, Mr Waterman was a promoter and manager for many of the old bluesmen and blueswomen back in the late sixties and early seventies. If not for his efforts, many artists would have languished in obscurity. Along the way, he and the artists became friends. His photographs are incredible; a beautiful look at moments that would have otherwise been lost to us forever. I love his work. His stories are also unparalleled.


Somewhere in my many photos from last weekend lurks a photo of us together. Hardly important, but significant personally. So, here, you get about photo of the man, this time all on his own.

And then there’s the lovely Karen Lovely. Her voice is just so beautiful and wholly original. In the blues world, far too many female vocalists end up trying to emulate Etta James and Janis Joplin. None of that with Karen! I could listen to her all day long. Add to that the fact that she really is a lovely woman, inside and out, and you have an artist you really want to tell the world about.

Just to give you a little taste of what this lady can do:


Onsite and Offsite Favorites

DaGoddess @ 06:13

My friend, weekend boss, and occasional host played model a couple times.

We started the day off so promisingly.

Promising start

This is my favorite. Something about the look on his face.

My personal fave

And then, after a long day in the trenches, we got silly. I missed the shot with the security guard dragging him off by the ankle.

festival tragedy

oh how the mighty have fallen