I am Americana

I guess I'm different than most.

I don't have a mule and her name isn't Sal.
But I sing about her anyway.

I want to float down the mississippi with my brother tom Sawyer
I want to live a life of boyish danger.

I like the quiet banjo when it's percussive and sharp

Mumbling words or making up new ones is sometimes not only necessary but preferable.

When I grow up I wanna be an old woman.

Me and my other 3

Noah's belly button tag came off yesterday. We get the feeling he ripped it off but we don't know for sure. I had put him in his swing facing the kitchen window because he loves to look at sunlight through his mostly closed eyes. He did a little fussing and when we got to him it was off and he had cut his mouth with his razor sharp nails. Those little nails are deadly and it seems that even if you have just trimmed them they grow back immediately. I wonder if filing would help. The thing is his skin is so soft the nail file would take the skin as well.

Thor and I went fishing yesterday morning. He noted that it was the best time ever. We didn't catch anything or even get any bites that we know of it but it was quite a lot of fun. We lost a couple of lures and a little bit of line, but we gained a memory -- a memory that will be relived many times if I have any say in the matter.