The Days of the Bad Moon Rising

Sitting in Denny's as my wife needed to go shopping and we did our errands today as tomorrow I plan on sleeping.  I am way past sleep deprived and find my thoughts jumping around.  Two things they go back to both of which happened yesterday.  First I was able to buy Blake Shelton a new fan for his hazer after the fan set on the edge of the stage fell off.  My reason was I had been in the area and the L2 thought it fell because of something I did.  Not worth fighting over I said I would just pay for it.  Turning over a hundred dollars to Mr. Shelton's production Manager via my crew chief, it was an $89.00 fan so I added tax and this morning on the way to eat a free breakfast at the casino it hit me that in Oregon where they were going there is no sales tax, so I hope that crew enjoys the beer I just bought them as well as that new fan.

The second thing is something that happened after bringing the local system techs to the bar for their last call was as they were crossing the street a young woman clearly well past all her sheets into the wind sat down in a chair and she looked like she was in trouble after one of our crew members and she exchanged a few choice words I went back to see if she was okay and noticed the bloody knee.  Went back to my jeep and got the first aid kit and helped her bandage her knee.  She through her alcohol induced fog asked if I was a dad and then asked if she could call me dad as I reminded her of her dad and all the good times she had on the lake during family vacations.

After spending a half hour trying to help her find her friends we went to the pizza parlor where after two mountain dews and what I suspect was a meeting with the white throne on her knees she must have gotten a call from her friends as when she came out she had a smile on her face and told me she had to go and thanked me for bandaging her knee.  I believe we are suppose to be fruitful and multiply but leaving that to the Good Lord he has proven to have some really strange ways of growing my family if even temporarily.  Definitely hope that young woman has learned her lesson about alcohol, high heels and alcohol, and goes home and has a discussion with her dad, apparently I was too much of a grouch at the end of the walk. So to my own daughters they must be right as their temporary adopted sister even in her drunken haze could see that.

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