Aloysius & They Got Me Under Pressure

It was July of 2017 that Aloysius said, "Hey! Over here!" from next to the dumpster behind the local theater in Murphys, California. (Read his history here.)

Much like The Velveteen Rabbit, his stuffing is coming out and his paint is peeling, but he's still there by the lap-pool, gazing over the now-verdant fields...to see what unfolds.

I have an appointment with a good German-named woman, Mary Ruehl, at Pima Heart tomorrow. It's at the point where getting up to go to the bathroom gets me panting....and not in a good way. I had thought to just let it takes it's course, but they, the women, have "got me under pressure" - ZZ Top.

She likes wearin' lipstick, she likes French cuisine
But she won't let me use my passion unless it's in a limousine

She got me under pressure,
She got me under pressure

She likes the art museum, she don't like Pavlov's dog
She fun at the mind museum, she likes it in a London fog
She don't like other women, she likes whips and chains
She likes cocaine and flippin' out with great Danes
She's about all I can handle, it's too much for my brain

It's got me under pressure
It's got me under pressure

I'm gonna give her a message
Here's what I'm gonna say
"It's all over"
She might get out a nightstick
And hurt me real real bad
By the roadside in a ditch

It's got me under pressure
It's got me under pressure

It's got me under pressure
It's got me under pressure

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Billy Gibbons / Dusty Hill / Frank Beard

Got Me Under Pressure lyrics © BMG Rights Management

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Eastward Ho! Arnold and The Sheriff

According to Google MAPS, it's three hours from Menlo Park to Arnold. I used 7.

The Sheriff woke me at two (a.m.) to let me know there were alot of stolen cars being left in the area. After about 20 minutes he and his partner went on their way. Unperturbed, but fully awake, it was 5 before I got back to sleep.

In the morning I was tired and had to skip the 25th Annual Grape Stomp & Street Faire in Murphys. But I managed to get packed and spend a pleasant hour in the late afternoon visiting with Kenn Louie.

Less than five miles up the hill, not much past Calaveras Big Trees State Park, the temp began dropping. So much so I came back down.

Not much dispersed camping in these he'ar hills.

But it's amazing to once again be able to see!