I ran, I cold-showered & then . . . there was something called New Music Friday w/ Attacca Quartet, Snoh Aalegra, & Bia

morning babble / Friday 07-09-21

Happy Friday! I ran – #190 / I cold-showered. It was cold.

3 Day Fast begins Monday night!

New Music Friday:

  • Space Jam: A New Legacy Soundtrack is out today / The actual movie – next Friday in theatres and on HBO MAX. Artists like Lil Baby, John Legend, Salt-N-Pepa, Jonas Brothers, Leon Bridges. There’s a Rap Battle with Daffy Duck / Porky Pig / Al G Rhythm
  • R&B singer Snoh Aalegra — Temporary Highs in the Violet Skies
  • Jammin’ strings – Attacca (A tok A) Quartet — Real Life. I like Lindsey Stirling and the 2Cellos boys.
  • Single from Ben Harper & Ziggy Marley – “Spin It Faster”
  • I’m a big Beck fan and you’ve got him singing with Natalie Bergman on “You’ve got a woman” – nice chill sound
  • Nicki Minaj joined Bia on her remix of the song “Whole Lotta Money”. There’s already a video out with Bia but with magical lyrics found in this song . . . why not another one?

“Some people feel the rain, others just get wet.” – by Bob Marley

Watched Loki, but no spoilers/ If a sign says to wear a mask, just do it / Ryan Holiday quote

morning babble / Thursday 07-08-21

Happy Friday Eve! We watched our Friday night show last night – Loki. Why? Well, we as a family had too many run-ins last week where the most recent show was spoiled for us. So, we watched it because episode 5 was released. Only one more.

I ran 189 / I also cold-showered. I do this weird thing with my head when I first get in. I do make odd sounds and not so friendly kid words. But – last night, the kids were being read a story by my wife in our bedroom. So, it was a whole lotta muffled cries. Ideas for the separate video have all been laid out. Execution of the video – that’s all.

A 2007 research study found that cold  showers can help treat depression symptoms, and if used on a routine basis, may be more beneficial than prescription medications. The reason for this, in scientific terms, is due to the stimulation of the dopaminergic transmission in the mesocorticolimbic and nigrostriatal pathway. Or, in layman’s speak, cold water triggers a flood of mood-boosting neurotransmitters, which make you feel happy.

“The less energy we waste regretting the past or worrying about the future, the more energy we will have for what’s in front of us.” – via Stillness is the Key via Ryan Holiday

Happy 5 3/4 years? / Cold shower knowledge via Dave Asprey on James Altucher / Napoleon Hill quote

morning babble / Wednesday 07-07-21

Messy scribble, but the picture is there and so is that video!

Already Wednesday . . . that’s nice. I ran! #188 and I didn’t feel like it today. Started with a political podcast – whew, not the way to go. Then, I just kept jumping around and not feeling it. Finally, just went to my Spotify playlist of running music. Almost didn’t do my 50/50/50.

I also cold-showered last night. 6 days now. Dave Asprey (Bulletproof Coffee guy) was on the James Altucher podcast – says it takes 4 days to get used to it. Cold showers can be a key to better skin, weight loss, shiny hair.

Happy 5 3/4 years! My daughter celebrated with a S’mores cookie that was shared. Then, she decorated our faces with make-up.

As promised picture from my make-up session with Violet.

“Set your mind on a definite goal and observe how quickly the world stands aside to let you pass” – by Napoleon Hill

Who “fireworked” last night – really? / Tape up that mouth at night with Dave Asprey

morning babble / Tuesday 07-06-21

The scribble below needs to be “tidied up” a bit. BUT – the video is exquisite!

Happy Tuesday after an odd “long” weekend. Yesterday was weird. I mean the 4th of July is on the 4th, so for people to have off for it on the 5th. One of my favorite tweets from yesterday was “So like, what are we supposed to do today?” Eden Dranger posted that. She’s a hilarious one to follow on Twitter. I mean did anyone “firework” last night?

Big day today too – my son gets his 2nd shot today. Get yours too people – this other variant is not messing around. Don’t be outdone by a 12 year old.

I ran – #187 on the mill. I’m trying to run and breathe through my nose more – it’s tough. They say to challenge yourself and go for a run with a mouth full of water and then come back with that same amount of water. Right.

Speaking of breathing through the nose. I might be able to try out these mouth strips for sleeping soon. Allergies have gotten way better – out of that springtime pollen mess. I was listening to a Dave Asprey podcast and he & his guest were discussing how important breathing through the nose more is to your overall health. He mentioned Duct Tape breathing.

You are ultimately living in the present when you know after you awake if it was an inhale or exhale that you first took.

“If I had to live my life again, I’d make the same mistakes only sooner.” – by Tallulah Bankhead (actress) via James Clear

Who wants to run? / Upcoming races: Bellefonte Brewing, U of D & Turkey Trot/ Mark Manson quote

morning babble / Monday 07-05-21

Back at it on a Monday – some people working / some people not. My wife and I are working a little bit. Also, my monthly 3 day fast will not be beginning tonight – that’s next Monday the 12th. I had pushed it back because of the 4th of July weekend and not knowing what might be in story following it. Gives me a little more time to ready the ship (me) for the 3 day fast.

Speaking of the 4th, we actually got home a little early after a fun-filled day at the pool and eating crabs! Delish. No fireworks in the middle of a field with a ton of bug spray. But – our neighbors decided to play fireworks late last night. Fun (not really). Since my kids swam hard, they slept through it. Since my dogs are old and deaf, they did too. Meanwhile, my wife and I just cringed through it. The fireworks sounded like they were being set off in front of our windows – thanks Team Neighborhood!

I ran. #186 of 5K runs. Today was on the treadmill, but the past two runs were out on the trails. BUT – I came back with not so nice numbers. Bummed me out. If someone wants to run and help push me on a weekend outside run, feel free to contact me. Steady 7 minute miles or better. If you need the pushing . . . I can do that, too. Hit me up.

I still need to confirm some upcoming races to sign up for. I’m looking at:

  1. Sunday, October 3rd Bellefonte Brewery5k
  2. University of Delaware Homecoming 5k run – sometime in October
  3. 49th Annual Turkey Trot run on Saturday, November 20th

Also, I’m working on a charity idea . . . we’ll see.

“We believe we don’t have enough time when really we don’t have enough focus.” – by Mark Manson

Happy 4th! / Books (& Comics) on a Sunday with Seth Godin, Garth Ennis, & Charlie Mackesy

morning babble / Sunday 07-04-21

Happy 4th of July! Tonight – it’s the big fireworks night. However, dogs all across the country are already freaked out from the early bird Friday and Saturday night shooter offers – does that sense? Shooter offers? Although, I feel bad because I’m kind of over the fireworks thing especially on the 4th. They’re just not all that good now. After a baseball game, Disney World, or Longwood Gardens with their fountain and fireworks display, you’re just not going to find anything like that in your neighborhood tonight.

185th run is happening somewhere – maybe on the mill but maybe on the trails – it is nice out. #184 run occurred on the trails late morning yesterday. Also, I can say that “I cold-showered” yesterday afternoon. 31 Days of July Cold Showers continues . . .


  • Also by next week – I’ll have listened to all of this one: Born A Crime by Trevor Noah

“Is your glass half empty or half full? asked the mole. I think I’m grateful to have a glass. said the boy.” – taken from the Charlie Mackesy book

Quote Board Revealed! / Remembering Christian Slater – don’t worry, he’s still here

morning babble / Saturday 07-03-21

Happy Saturday, but I didn’t run yet. #184 will happen out on the trails shortly. Looking forward to feeling that cooler, less humid air. HOWEVER – this IS the 184th vlog.

Anyway – so, whoa . . . my day changed yesterday. Hit some rough patches in the afternoon and I didn’t get the chance to take my cold shower . . . in the afternoon. We as a family went over to a friend’s house and we didn’t get back until late. Just minutes before midnight, I finally was able to take my cold shower. Just like Day 1 – I would have been out of that shower again early if it wasn’t for the timer I got – only 2:11 into the 5 minute shower when I was done and clean. But – I did it and did the full 5. Before the shower, I carried my daughter directly from the Jeep to her bed. She whispered, “I’m too tired daddy. I’ll mark the calendar tomorrow.” Made me smile so big.

Speaking of my daughter, she had quite a night last night. At one point, the daddies took the kiddos to go get some Rita’s. We then stayed for the upcoming fireworks. The mommies were happy to be back at the house with their beverage of choice – wine. Anyway, my daughter walked up and made friends with another little girl who was there with her mom and a girlfriend of hers. So, at one point, it’s me and these two ladies and the two little girls. Other Brent (both daddies are named Brent) is with our boys peeking over at me and basically wishing me good luck. I felt so awkward. At a number of points, the other little girl is like I’ll give your daddy my mommy’s phone number. I’m thinking “there’s no need for that.” Not to mention, at one point, the other little girl explained how her daddy was a wrestling champion. I didn’t need that. No numbers were exchanged. The little girls did set up a date though. Next year – for the fireworks night in Hockessin, they want to go to that Rita’s together. We’ll see you then, Lilly.

Anyway, a busy night out meant that we didn’t get to watch the Loki series and have our pizza, wings, and beer (for me). We have to see that at some point this weekend. Love that Marvel stuff. Speaking of which in a slight tangent, did you see how a Chris Evans tweet had a Mr. Christian Slater trending. Being a mancrush of mine in the 90s (yup), I was scared that he had died or something. No fear, he’s still here. I haven’t really had a favorite Slater watch in a while, but it did bring up two memories of two of my favorite movies of all-time: Pump up the Volume and True Romance / Everyone knows Heathers though, but I’ll take those other two. Bring on some more, Mr. Slater!

Quote of the Day BOARD – revealed! Go watch the video below.

“Feeling screwed up, at a screwed up time, in a screwed up place, does not necessarily make you – screwed up” – via Christian Slater playing Mark Hunter in Pump Up the Volume

Half way there – 183 Runs! / New Music Friday with Taylor Swift / Big Red Machine / Iggy Azalea

morning babble / Friday 07-02-21

Half way there! 183 runs / 183 babbles

Thank you! Please keep cheering me on . . . I could use the extra push!

In the meantime, I’ll keep telling stories. My wife talked about the possibility of doing a Charcuterie Board for next weekend when we have some people over. Promptly, my daughter got up from the table to announce, “It’s time for the Charcuterie Board dance” and proceeded to do that said dance. Later, I googled it – I mean, there’s a lot of odd dances out there courtesy of Fort Night. BUT – no such thing. She made it up. She’s also 5 and I should know better.

Speaking of my daughter, the calendar is marked for the 31 days of Cold Showers. I performed the act last night. Another one is coming later today. Glad I got that timer too because I was ready to jump out and it only hit the 3 minute mark. You wash yourself a whole faster when it’s all cold water.

New Music Friday:

  • Imagine Dragons have announced that their new album, Mercury: Act I, will be released on September 3. Today we get the single – “Wrecked”
  • Warned you that more Metallica covers were coming – “Sad But True” – done twice by two very different style artists: St. Vincent and Jason Isbell. As mentioned last week, over 50 artists of all shapes, sizes, and flavors will be singing their favorite Metallica song on a tribute album that comes out September 10th. It’s called the Metallica Blacklist with proceeds going to over 50 charities.
  • Daniel Lanois recently shared a new song, “Torn Again,” which features a recording of Leonard Cohen reciting a poem.
  • Jeff Tweedy has released a cover of Roky Erickson’s “For You (I’d Do Anything),” from the upcoming compilation, May the Circle Remain Unbroken: A Tribute to Roky Erickson, set to arrive July 17th via Light in the Attic (a special vinyl version will be released as a Record Store Day exclusive)
  • Teasing his debut album, Lil Nas X has released a Marvel-inspired trailer , but no date yet. We just know that it’s coming soon and called: Montero. Cool trailer though.
  • Coming out August 27th is How Long Do You Think It’s Gonna Last? by Big Red Machine – little supergroup of the National’s Aaron Dessner  and Bon Iver’s Justin Vernon. Today they released the single, “Renegade” where they got some woman named Taylor Swift to sing it.
  • Lastly, “I Am The Strip Club” is the single released today by Ms. Iggy Azalea. It will appear on her 3rd studio album – End of an Era – to be released in August. Is there a video? Yup. With a song title like that, I don’t think that I have to warn you that the video is not PG.

Speaking of not PG – go read my recent short: Banging the Door!

“If you’re lucky enough to be different, don’t ever change.” – by Taylor Swift

Friday Eve! / 31 Days of Cold Showers begins / “Banging the Door” is up

morning babble / Thursday 07-01-21

I have warned you . . . this is a lot of scribble sometimes. The babble video is always there!

Happy Friday Eve! We survived the hot weather and the swim meet – they lost. We have the better pool though. We were out in the middle of this field. Ants or sweat. Ewww.

The short is live – Banging the Door! PG-13 – just like the turtles in the video.

I ran 182 runs / 182 babbles – tomorrow is the official halfway point!

3 Rules for the 31 Days of July Cold Showers

  1. Every Day – duh.
  2. Cold water – beginning to end
  3. Minimum 5 minute showers

July Calendar – my daughter will mark it tonight

July 1st – 31 days of cold showers – meant to be – it arrived yesterday: shower clock / timer / thermometer arrived

“Learning is the only thing the mind never exhausts, never fears, and never regrets.” – by Leonardo da Vinci

droplet of life – Banging the Door!


After button -pushing the bell of my first client of the day, the routine of the workday is officially underway. I walk away from their door while leaving behind two work buckets on the front stoop of the house. Why – because, I have more tools to get from the van whose side bears the image of a big, orange fish. I clean aquariums. People enjoy looking at them. Touching them – not so much.

Glancing back to the front door, I notice that it still remains shut. As a tightening of the lips leads to a frown creeping across my face, I snag another bucket along with a cooler bearing today’s new pets (yes, fish) to be introduced to the client’s tank. The building frustration is quickly released after slamming shut the back doors of the company vehicle. “Get tanked!” is staring at me from the back windows. And, NOW, I smile. Too early to really get tanked though.

I ascend the stairs once again, then sit the cooler and bucket next to the others. I wisely place them away from a possible swinging open action of a screen door. The Fish Guy has arrived ready for work. But first – did the doorbell do its job? 

Yeah, still no answer. 

After giving it a longer and harder press, I listen more closely this time for the sound going off inside the home. “Ding” – yup, that’s what I heard before: A ding without a dong.

(“Stacy’s Mom” Video – I’ll reference it later.)

Pulling it halfway out of my pocket, I glance quickly at my phone. Looking back at me is 10:15am, which means: I’m right on time. Unfortunately, this is not the first tardy from this particular client. In fact, from past visit experiences, I already know that I need to make sure that she is not simply sleeping inside, despite the late morning arrival time on a weekday. After opening the screen door, I deliver a hard rapping: knock-knock-knock on the wooden front door. Once again, I patiently wait. Still nothing.

I whip my phone out entirely from my pocket this time. After punching in the puzzling text of “Fish guy has arrived, but nobody is answering.” I hit return to send it off to the MIA client. Minutes begin zooming by and I’m fully engrossed within a sports article via the NHL app. The riveting lines of hockey playoff talk are soon invaded with the screen of an incoming caller. It’s her. My client is obviously not home. I answer.

“Hey, this is Brent.”

“Hi, are you having trouble finding me?”

Shaking my head sadly since I’ve been to this home every month for the past year and a half, “No.” Pregnant pause. “I’m on your front step.”

“Oh. You’re not on your way?” is promptly questioned back to me.

(not the actual front door, but I really was at her house)

“No. I’m still here on your front step.” I really didn’t know how else to explain it. For some reason, I add, “I could snap a picture of the front door and text that to you?” I cringe slightly in fear of that “offer” being taken as an insult.

On the other end, her pause had twins. Oh man, I pushed it too far. “Well.” Another of her dramatic pauses. “I’m not home yet since you’re a little early for our 10:15am appointment.”

What?!? I’m about to explain the current moment now being 10:30am, but choose to set aside that time-suck of a disagreement.

She continues, “My daughter is actually home, so just go on in.”

“Just go on in?” I quick quiz back.

She insists, “Yes – just go on in. You know, college kids, they sleep all day. Besides, I left the front door unlocked when I ran out to the mall. Just go in and do your thing.”

“Thanks.” Phone call ends and I start gathering up my buckets and equipment. I do know college kids and at that very moment didn’t really give another thought to the daughter’s non-answer of the multiple doorbell rings and cop knocking routine.

Once again, the screen door is tugged open, but is now propped with one of my buckets. After gripping the handle of the front door, I then swing it wide. As I typically do whenever I enter a person’s home, I begin my announcement of “Fish Guy has arrived.” However, the only released word is the first one – “Fish” – and that probably came out as a mere mumble. 

Why? Because as I stood in the foyer area, the steps leading upstairs sent down the moaning delights of a woman. The daughter is most definitely home. AND – assuming from the rhythmic male-sounding grunts, she is getting plowed by who I can only assume is her boyfriend or, at least, “friend” for that given moment. 

Frozen in place, I can only cringe and wince to each groaning, delight-filled sound. Besides the intense skin-slapping beats, the squeaking of the bed springs leaves me assuming that there is quite a game of “bounce” occurring. Also, the bed must be a little too close to the wall. It’s probably in need of repair by now – new drywall altogether? The yelps of joy are getting faster and happy times are rapidly approaching for both individuals. In turn, I shut my gaping mouth and slowly back myself out onto the front porch. With nerves slightly frazzled, I am able to quietly pull the door shut behind me.

I just stand there, staring out to the street with the front door at my back and the knowledge of sex-filled bliss still occurring one floor up. What the hell am I going to do now? Pacing around, I come to the conclusion to send out a text to the client: “Door’s actually locked” is shot off. No sports article reading this time as I simply pace about awaiting a response, which of course feels like an eternity.

(I didn’t lock it up)

Panic creeps in as I remember that the door is not actually locked, since I merely pulled it shut. What am I going to do? As I begin game planning how to get the door officially locked, the phone buzzes out a text response: “Just spoke with my daughter and she’s coming to the door now to let you in.”

Damn. I type back, “Thanks.”

As I remain standing there in silence, I can only imagine the daughter replicating a stance on the other side while staring at the unlocked door and then fearing what I know, which is what I actually do know.

The door creeps open and it’s the daughter. She is simply wearing a Five Finger Death Punch concert tee (upstair dude’s attire – it just has to be), while bearing hair that is pointing in every love-tugged direction.

“Hi.” I hold up my hand as if offering peace or something. “Fish guy here.” I force a fake smile, but it’s a friendly one. “Good band.” I point.

Following the direction of my finger, she looks down to the shirt and then blushes and merely nods with wide open eyes.

Yup – she definitely knows that I know. Therefore, I make the next move and perform the act of opening the screen door to officially let myself in.

After slowly backing up to clear some space, she barely whispers out, “Is there anything you need from me?”

Now, I really do feel bad about the awkward situation at hand, but I so want to answer with, “Whatever he got, because it sounded amazing!” Instead though, I kindly respond, “No, I’m good. Are you?” And obviously, I know she’s all good now.

After giving off a half smile along with an odd looking wave, she twirls around to quickly head back up the stairs, which is when I notice a t-shirt is the only article of clothing she managed to throw on. 

Not meaning to sneak a peek, I quickly look away to the walls of the house, which I forget are covered with paintings that show “routines” that might have been replicated upstairs just minutes ago. It’s a very sensual house. ANYWAY – we are finally headed our separate ways: Me to the family room which houses the aquarium and her to the bedroom which holds more clothes and her undoubtedly tired (but maybe sleeping) boyfriend.

(I never had to clean anything this “dirty”)

My cleaning routine unfolds and I’m moving along swiftly because I want to leave this house as soon as I possibly can. With my type of job, I’m left alone a lot to simply do my work. In turn, I get the opportunity to listen to podcasts, music, books, anything. Typically, one ear is filled with the sounds being sent to my bluetooth earpiece and I thoroughly enjoy these times.

I am blitzing through the cleaning and am very pleased with myself – final aquascaping work is being made with my elbow deep in tank water when suddenly . . . I feel eyes. A couple sets of them are burrowing a hole into the back of my head. With the one dry hand, I pop out the single earpiece and slowly turn back around. Sure enough, there they BOTH are . . . sitting on the couch. Dude is awake and he got his concert tee back from his girl’s “quick & cover appearance” from earlier. Of course, she now has on full attire and hair that’s pulled back into one of those scrunchie things. Whether the dynamic duo is dressed or not, I really don’t care at this point, as my internal voice screams: Why don’t you people just stay away from me until I leave?!

Before I can even find my “nice” words, I’m thrown the question, “So – how long have you been doing this?”

Internal voice is having a conniption at this point – Oh my God, they want to converse like nothing has happened? Begrudgingly, I play along with a response to the boyfriend’s interview. “About 14 years,” I blah out.

“Whoa – and you get paid money for it?” he spikes back at me.

“I do.” Internally, I’m not so kind with the two words that I want to enunciate loudly. My eyes focus more and I volley back, “Oh – you like Five Finger Death Punch like her?” I do the pointing action like I did with the daughter earlier.

The boy wonder looks down, then back up with the same blank look. Meanwhile, she gets it, reddens, and embarrassingly looks off to the side.

Disgusted with the IQ-challenged boy sitting before me, I take the show back to basic interview mode, “So, what do you get paid to do?”

Nonchalantly, the guy banters back, “Oh – I don’t work.”

Feeling a joker-like smile crossing my face, I continue with the one-word stumper of a question, “School?”

With a shrug, I receive “Nah – I’m still trying to figure it all out.”

Realizing that I have a not-so-bright wingnut on my hands, it’s now me that wants for this conversation to carry on. Unfortunately, we’re interrupted with “Brent?” as the front door opens.

Really? Where else would I be – certainly not upstairs (ha.) In the direction of the foyer area, I answer, “Uh – I’m in here . . . with the fish tank.”

In what doesn’t appear to be “shopping attire” but instead “workout attire” of a sports bra and leggings, the client enters the room while questioning aloud, “I really thought I left that front door unlocked.” After one of her typical pauses, she states a question in full discovery mode, “Maybe you were opening it the wrong way?”

(Wait, what? Uh . . . No! Great Far Side comic though)

There is zero allowance for a response from me as the chatter goes on, “But – I’m so glad that Trish was here to let you in.” The mom (Vicky – since names are being learned) hip swivels towards the couch and promptly appears surprised to not just see her innocent daughter, but the couple sitting there. “Oh Tommy . . . when did you get here?”

That question just hung in the air for what felt like forever. In fact, I probably could have finished the tank cleaning and walked out. Instead, with my one arm still damp – and cleaning sponge in hand – I greedily take in the moment and join in on the stare towards the glowing couple. Knowing what I obviously know, the daughter (let’s now call her Trish the Dish) hesitates slightly before answering . . . and it’s a lie, “He just got here, Mom, and the door was locked.” 

Oh snap – a double lie – all within the same sentence.

Thinking (poor choice) that he should help with the telling of the tale, Tommy chimes in nervously, “Yes, ma’am. I just got here.”

Internal monologue goes into overdrive: Oh vomit, did he really just use “ma’am”? He should just go ahead and admit to the sexual escapade that he put her daughter through. 

The last muttering part of Tommy Boy’s “I just got here” hangs out awkwardly as if his zipper was still down.

(Tommy Boy was such a great movie)

With a hip swung out to the side while showing off the slightest sway, Vicky stands before them and casually eyes up the couple. I’m getting the sinking feeling that she now knows, too. Saying “ma’am” just gave it away. Plus, the “Vickster” (sorry, they’re all getting nicknames now) is a very sexual individual herself. From her past escapades of answering the door in a “Stacy’s Mom” towel (remember that earlier picture) to the naked artwork on the house walls (also mentioned earlier), sex is in the air. In fact – since the bed-bouncing was less than an hour ago, the air probably has a lingering sniff to anyone just entering the house and no – it was NOT the fish tank.

At this point, I’m packing up all my stuff, because I have no idea where this is going, but I do know that I would like to go outside immediately.

“Do you need any help?” Tommy wants out, too, as he stands up from the couch and steps towards my buckets.

I flash a hand up to halt any help my way, “Thanks, bud, but I’m good.” It took me two trips to carry everything in, but I can certainly handle it all leaving if it means I can reach the “Get Tanked” van faster. I should have a fridge in that ride with some “getting tanked” beverage.

“Oh Brent – do you really have to go?” Vicky almost pleads.

Alright, that’s weird. I confusingly answer with a question, “But the tank is done?”

“Oh, well yes.” Her type of typical pause. “It just seems,” another beat, “like you just got here.”

“Nope. I’m done.” I’m not beating around the bush – I’m going for it. Okay, maybe not really.

“Well, thank you so much for coming out.” Vicky walks towards me and then offers, “Let me hold the door for you.”

As she brushes by me (and she does), there’s undoubtedly a heavy perfumed scent left behind on my arm, shoulder, back – geez, how much did she brush?

My mind jumbles up from the tic-toc swing of her hips in front of me. With two buckets in one hand and the other bucket and cooler in the other, I walk forward and just push my head upwards where the eyes find it. A Camera. Then . . . another one. I stop.

“Did you forget something?” Noticing my pause, Vicky steps towards me – was that seductively?

Geez – this visit can’t end fast enough.  After setting down two of the buckets, I inquire with my favorite directional finger, “Is that a security system? Are those cameras recording anything?”

Looking back over her shoulder to the foyer area, Vicky sees and appears to be on the same page with me. What page she was on just moments before, I have no idea. “Why – they ARE recording!”

I smile – broadly. “Rewind those tapes and you’ll see if that door was locked or not.”

Trish gasps, but her beetle brain of a boy toy doesn’t, “Uh, you’re showing your age, bro.”

I don’t even turn to face him. “Really?” is said incredulously aloud.

“Yeah, there aren’t any tapes anymore . . . it’s all digital now.”

“Thanks Tommy.” It’s my turn to brush past Vicky. “Have fun looking over those digital recordings with the Vickster, here.”

Whoops – that slipped out.

Client giggles – “Vickster – I haven’t heard that since college.”

I’m not going there, so I choose not to turn around for her either. “I’ll see you all next month.”

“You will?” Tommy is still conversing!

“Shut up, Tommy.” Trish hushes in a weak attempt at squelching down her guy’s babble.

Matter of factly, I state, “Well, after the viewing party – maybe not.”

“What viewing party?” he puzzles to me.

“Bye everyone!” I shut the door and nearly break into a full out sprint for the van. Also, the door is still unlocked.

(Your mamma sure does love you)