Brownie

        I was walking to my car when I saw her lying on the sidewalk. She caught my attention immediately. I changed course to take a look. She was old. I could tell that much. I knelt down and flipped her case open. She was beautiful; a brown shimmering color with barely a scratch on her. I picked her up and played some. Her strings were set a little high, but she was solid and straight otherwise. A Harmony steel string acoustic. She'd found her way to a yard sale in my neighborhood.
        "How much for the guitar?"I asked a lady.
        "Treinta!"
        Thirty? For a second I thought treinta was three hundred, but I had it mixed up. I kept calm. Unemotional.
        "Will you take twenty-five?"
        "Si." 
        I didn't have the money on me. I tried to explain to the lady that I'd get the money and come back. But my Spanish was so poor I think I told her that I didn't have the money today, that I'd be back today with the money. She looked confused but was nice enough to hold the guitar for me while I got the money.
        I discovered that the guitar is either a 1963 or 1964 Harmony H165 Mahogany. It has the Big Bill Broonzy sound I've been looking for. And I've always wanted a guitar made of mahogany.
        Just to let everybody know, the guitar and I have a polyamorous relationship. And that's just the way it is.
        

Temperature Index

        We were in the midst of a heat wave here in Southern California. It was hard on the flowers and those people who have an aversion to glare. It was especially hard on the furry critters. The last four days were bad days to have fur. I noticed that cats and dogs had a sad, weary look on their faces. It was a help me I'm dying look.
        I'm thinking there should be a furry critter temperature index for such occasions. It could be part of the every day weather report. There would be color-coded graphs with degrees of warning for the furry critters. It could have descriptions like mild suffering, much suffering, and certain death. Hairy men might also find it beneficial.
        It's going to be 98 degrees in downtown Los Angeles. That's 106 on the Furry Critter Temperature Index, with much suffering.
        "Did you hear that honey! It's going to be One-Oh-Six! With much suffering!"
   
        Authors note: I 'm sorry about the content, but when you're running low on ideas for your blog, you'll pretty much write about anything.