It's been rough the last few weeks, tense more like it. So I am going to do something a bit different and do a Monday Music story as music did relate in a round about way. Not to get into a lot of long detail but my son's been struggling with some issues this summer, he's had a lot happen to try and adjust to. One is his girlfriend of seven years moving out. When she left she didn't take a plant I bought her for mothers day that I had put in a nice planter and added some vines. It sat there withering away until I finally said okay then I'll take it and take care of it. So in essence it became mine. One day on their way out I requested if they'd bring back some paperwork that might help secure some rental assistance for him until he could stabilize out a bit. He's been there four years and has always been good about paying rent but he lost his job because he was unable to wear a mask because of his asthma. (another contributing thing) But what I got in return was them coming home and for whatever reason picking up the planter and smashing it in the yard....I guess this was suppose to serve as some sort of stay out of our business (rent is my business)...though she had moved out so what business it was of hers still logically isn't making much sense....but I digress. For as long as I can remember I've always taught my kids you can run wild all over the yard, go anywhere you want but my gardens and plants are off limits. These were stern rules, I work very hard in my yard. So upon seeing the smashed planter I was a bit....

Hells Bells

about it. I am sure you know, or that many people have been there, but there's just those certain things in life that get you bent, you know, bent in a way that you say to yourself....so they want to rock and roll, well it's a long way to the top if you want to rock and roll sometimes and this was one of those times.

It's A Long Way To The Top

Back when she was still living there she had conjured him into bringing home a piano, it wouldn't fit through the door way as upon entering the entry way you have to make another turn...so this piano ended up sitting on the porch for months as there also was no way to get it back down the steps not to mention help to get it down with. When things started going south with him it started becoming a shrine for Indian relics....(I know, 2020 couldn't get any weirder but it just keeps dishing it)....some nights complete with burning candles and pow wow music, to which I put the candles in a pan to keep from burning the house down should he forget about it burning....and I won't touch base with the smoking fire pit out back that could be a whole another story in itself. (at this point along with many others, it's been a heartbreaking ride during some of this) You know I didn't know how I was going to get that piano off my porch but like they say where there's a will there's a way, usually that isn't to hard when you consider that....

Money Talks

and that....

Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap

it wouldn't take to long to drive around and find myself someone big enough to help my other son get it down, it'd have to be a rather big strong person and as I turned the corner there he was, almost like he was suppose to be there...lol, one great big huge guy sitting on a porch who was more than happy to make twenty bucks getting a three hundred pound piano off my porch. Not that I wasn't worried considering all I could find was a three quarter inch thick board about three feet wide for them to maneuver this piano down my steps without it flying down the board to fast or tipping over. I went and grabbed my son and the man met us at my house, the man acted like it was no big deal and all I could say was..

For Those About To Rock (I salute you)

Needless to say when my son arrived back home he was a bit....

Thunderstruck

that his shrine was now....

yup, sitting on the curb. To be honest I was a bit thunderstruck they got it down from there without a problem...when they did I was exactly like you see the guys in this video, when the singer goes down the walk and the guy with the shorts on when he goes skipping across the stage, I was so yes, yes, YES! When she showed up later she was a bit awe struck herself that I dismantled a bit of this madness but she's lived here long enough to know I don't fool around when it comes to messing with my flowers, I have four grand kids and two from her previous relationship and they all respect the rule of "I don't mess with your toys you don't mess with my flowers", if they can get so can they. For a few days after that it almost seemed like things may be on the way towards settling down a bit. Back to a bit more normal, but I guess it was just that the shock had to wear off a bit that I tore apart a bit of the madness but I can hardly go on about it further other than to say things seem to be at a stand still now that evictions aren't frozen anymore and the extreme madness is being held at bay by a ten day petition order after a visit by the cops one night...he acts like that again and he won't like where he's going. I don't know where this is all going, I've lost a lot of money but he's my son and I know he's going through a lot but on the other hand there's a lot of avenue he could go down to help us both out and refuses...at some point I've told him you have to stop and think because if I let you take us both down it's not going to help either of us so there is a point of no return and I just can't let you do that to us.

You know though music helps us get through many things in our lives, our ups, downs, victories, defeats and it's that last one that for weeks had this song playing repeatedly, (really repeatedly) in my head...wondering if I'll ever see my real son again, my eyes crying in the rain.

Chalk it up to 2020...you'll probably never see another Monday music post like this.