Melencholy Me

Elvis is dead.  Yesterday was the anniversary of his death.  I'll never forget that day in 1977.  My mother and my aunt were on the phone.  I didn't know Mother was so enamored of him.  Turns out, they were the same age.  We happened to live just a couple miles south of Graceland.  For what that's worth.  FF probably lived even closer.  I'll have to ask him to tell me his Elvis stories.  Everyone here has one.  Or several.

So, the picture, in case you can't tell, is my annual homage to Elvis - a peanut butter and banana sandwich.  I'm not a purist when it comes to that, though.  I use wheat bread (not white) and I don't grill it in butter.  And I didn't mash up the bananas.

JoJo stopped by last night and we had a little ceremony of sorts.  The Daddler refused to participate.  Just as well.  J and I talked trash.  About our LDRs.  Long Distance Relationships.  Funny that we both find ourselves in one.  We talk about doing a blog.  Anonymously.

Mine has gotten me into trouble.  Seems that public blog posts carry more weight than personal emails.  Soooo, if we do a blog re LDRs, we have to swear to secrecy.  Of course, that's how I started this stupid thing.  I'm such an open book.  Particularly when alcohol is involved.  Or not.  That's me.

Melencholy.  Baby.  Maybe...