"I woke up this morning to the sound of a train. I said, I woke up this morning to the sound of a train. My alarm clock's working but I couldn't hear it for the rain."

Actually, it's not raining in Wainuiomata at present.* That title is just words I wrote for a song in 1977. 

The song was called the Taumarunui Blues. Here are the words I remember:

I woke up this morning to the sound of a train. I said, 

I woke up this morning to the sound of a train.

My alarm clock's working but I couldn't hear it for the rain.

Now Taumarunui ain't a one horse town, I said

Taumarunui ain't a one horse town.

Them horses got more sense, ain't a single horse for fifty miles around.

I've got the Tau, Tau, Tau, Taumarunui Blues.

I've got the Tau, Tau, Tau, Taumarunui Blues.

I'm stuck here in Taumarunui, that's why I'm singing these blues.

Taumarunui

Actually, Taumarunui is really quite a nice little town and quite a bit of fun was had there. I was just a bit depressed at the time. Anyway, I still remember the song.

I don't know what made that pop into my head. Yes, I do. I'd just woken up and thought it was raining outside. Many blues songs start with, "I woke up this morning..."

I think the old blues singers would have sung, "I woke up this mornin'"

Okay, okay, what's happening around the blogs?

Peter wrote something about Popeye the sailor man.

It was about an eating place in Lower Hutt with bad grammar in its name. This post was written last Wednesday. Peter is busy trying to back a trailer at the tip. Too busy to update his blog.

Robert has done a few posts. His latest is about driving forklifts. Oh yes, and he also offers support for President Trump. 

"President Donald Trump wrote that the United States “will not fund, sponsor, promote, assist, or support the so-called ‘transition’ of a child from one sex to another, and it will rigorously enforce all laws that prohibit or limit these destructive and life-altering procedures.""

Not a big surprise that Robert would supports this, considering that he is a Catholic. 

I've actually had a (very) little bit (through teaching mainly) to do with teenagers who are certainly not happy with their sex. It's like when you deal with gay kids. They're pretty adamant about what they are. Hey, but, as in most things, old men know what is best for them. 

Just in case you're slow witted, that last sentence was written with sarcasm.

There must be studies done by professional people (people who have really studied the subject) into trans youngsters. I bet that Trump hasn't. I bet that most of those silly bishops and priests haven't too. I doubt if Robert has.**

I have a nephew who has transitioned from a girl to a boy. Recently we made a long car journey together and we chatted all the way. I found him to be intelligent, thoughtful towards others and, most of all, very happy. He certainly seems like a nicer person to be around than that president Robert quoted.

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Okay, you know what time it is now. Yes, practice time. I'm going to a 100th birthday tomorrow (an old musician friend -  from 3G days, according to Peter) and there is evidently going to be a jam. I'll take my violin and my little battery amp. That makes me as loud as any trumpet player.

Well, that's it for today. We're staying in Raumati on Saturday night, so my blog writing might be a little slower, but not as slow as TC's.

Ciao tutti.

* Probably because Peter hasn't turned up to tell his jokes yet.

** Robert will more likely now bring up things on Google to prove me wrong.