After a hard day of play (golf) and work, I usually take a walk and play the piano for 30' after supper, then plop down in my recliner (which needs replacing), turn on the boob-tube and open up a book.

It's a habit to turn on the TV. Nothing's on, especially since I downgraded my DISH package to virtually zilch. I do receive MSNBC (and not FOX), but I've pretty much quit watching it. I don't know about you, but I'm already sick and tired of hearing about the Republicans. Heck, I feel the same way about the Democrats. Both the "bashing" and whole political circus is revolting. So other than Big Bang Theory and Chopped, there is little for me to enjoy. No sports (except weekend football).

So, I read. Even that is becoming more difficult. My eyesight is getting poorer--more strain, giving me headaches, and fluorescent lighting just isn't bright enough.

I did enjoy reading a biography about Django Reinhardt. He was an amazing guitarist (1910-1953), born a gypsy in France. A fire damaged his fretting fingers at age 18 preventing use of two of them. Still, he played on, reinventing himself. With violinist Stephan Grapelli, their "Hot Five" became a huge attraction. I actually have a record album of them playing swinging jazz. Great stuff!
Django was illiterate, obstinate, and always a gypsy. But man, could he play. He influenced many guitarists to this day.

I'm now reading Nelson Mandela. Interesting man.

Well, I'm off to the woods to cut more firewood. This might be the final time for 2011. I'll have two years worth.
Enjoy your weekend, everybody.