Pretty soon I’ll be upstairs with The Unnamed, ready to go to sleep. Should I drink some tea first? Maybe. My stomach is all bleh after inhaling some Giordano’s after failing to eat since breakfast. Yes, I’m a grown up.
Today was ok but exhausting. S had a game way down in Racine. The weather wasn’t bad but the wind strong so I huddled underneath the blankets and read and felt tired. Then we drove down to traffic-clogged Gurnee to pick up a pizza. Holy hell, I was reminded of what living in a strip-mall infested suburb must feel like. Cars everywhere! Everywhere, I tell you! I’m worn out. Hold on, I’m going to start tea.
Ok, I’m back, water boiling for decaf black vanilla. Maybe I’ll open the skylight. How cold are tonight’s lows? 33? That might work. Ok, more later. Have a lovely evening.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Today feels like a Saturday, probably because I didn’t do much work. What did I do, you ask? I slept until about 4:30 and decided to rest my legs instead of hitting the YMCA. Then I decided to avoid the office as I was languorously tired and I wanted to see the kids before Nana weekend kicked into gear. I took out the garbage (frost on the car windshields), fed the dogs, and ate breakfast. N rose, so we watched science channel specials until T was up as well. The sun was bright and the air cold. I tried to answer email, etc. at Java Dock but they were closed for the second time in a week. Shitty business practices, people! Instead I sat at the Alterra counter for an hour. At one point a man in head to toe black lycra sat next to me. No, that wasn’t a little weird. I think he was a bicyclist, but still. Just before ten I drove down to MAM, parked on the street, and walked through the wind (not nearly as windy as earlier in the week) to the museum. I sped through my second viewing of the design show, covertly snapping a few more pictures, then took the stairs to the third floor. Man, I love the Bradley collection, and the museum was deserted, too. I sat in front of the Rothko for a few minutes until an unforgivably chatty security guard broke the silence. I bet she got the job because she was “good with people”, and I know I sound like a little bitch, but no, I don’t want to answer questions about what I see in Rothko or hear about how this Russian couple yesterday liked the Calatrava. I fled from her presence but she got bored and found another guard in the folk art section and talked to him, way loud, while I visited my favorite gallery. I hope she got in trouble. Not big trouble. Just a little. I’m rediscovering the basement galleries, too. That “rooms of wonder” exhibit is way cool. Also, I was right, there are two German expressionist galleries, one on the first floor and one on the third. German expressionism is interesting, all the bright, garish colors contrasted with dark tones and misshapen figures. Excellent material.
After a comedy of bad driving encounters (accident, construction, dumbass truck driver lost in my neighborhood) I returned home and began replacing a broken kitchen faucet. The old one was all tight but after two hardware visits and an hour with my bare skin on mouse shit I successfully finished the job. My kids gave a 20% chance of success an M said she was worried I would somehow render our plumbing worse. Suck it, family! I win! The rest of the afternoon wasn’t bad, visiting with Nana, quick trip to the library, some Halloween event setting up downtown. I’m about to drop T off at the movie theater for a date with Lexi. Whoo!
What else happened this week? I’m three hundred pages into Moby Dick but I may hit the pause button on the novel because the new Ferris rolled into the library off the reserve list. Teaching has been fine. I haven’t had any PTSD events for five or six days.
Ok, T wants to leave. More later. Happy Halloween.
After a comedy of bad driving encounters (accident, construction, dumbass truck driver lost in my neighborhood) I returned home and began replacing a broken kitchen faucet. The old one was all tight but after two hardware visits and an hour with my bare skin on mouse shit I successfully finished the job. My kids gave a 20% chance of success an M said she was worried I would somehow render our plumbing worse. Suck it, family! I win! The rest of the afternoon wasn’t bad, visiting with Nana, quick trip to the library, some Halloween event setting up downtown. I’m about to drop T off at the movie theater for a date with Lexi. Whoo!
What else happened this week? I’m three hundred pages into Moby Dick but I may hit the pause button on the novel because the new Ferris rolled into the library off the reserve list. Teaching has been fine. I haven’t had any PTSD events for five or six days.
Ok, T wants to leave. More later. Happy Halloween.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
I’m mildly drunk, three beers while watching the end of the Patriots game and another Glee episode, and I’m ready to take a (most likely medically unadvisable) sleeping pill before reading Moby Dick and crashing only to rise at four and run along the lake in the rain and darkness. Who said small town life was boring?
This last week has been ok but I’m flatlining and finding myself unable to really enjoy doing anything. And I’m high-strung as hell. Attractive, eh? I’ve learned that I have to get out of the house some on weekends or else Monday arrives and I’m bitter and somewhat resentful. I don’t need to go to wild parties or anything, just a coffee shop for a couple hours. So yesterday morning S and I hit Java Dock’s second floor while I caught on email and he read ESPN magazine’s NBA preview. Then I drove out to Germantown (half-thanks to my phone’s gps, which got me to the street but not the rural park) and sat in the rain and watched T’s football team win again. During the game I listened to Sparklehorse and tried to read Moby Dick but the rain darkened the pages and I felt guilty about abusing the library copy. Oh, a huge man in a green sweatsuit laced an anti-ref tirade with liberal fucks and shits and even dared the ref to come over to the stands. I was ready with my phone camera if a fight broke out. Last night M took the boys to a haunted trail as I watched 30 Rock and tried to avoid a PTSD flashback. I think they’re seasonal.
But I’m feeling ok now, really. I’m forcing myself to relax and it’s kind of working.
Highlights!
• I had to advocate for my program at work this week. I don’t mind, most of the people with whom I work are pretty cool, and we’re refining new processes as leadership changes, etc. But, please, really, stay out of the way if you’re not used to how our program works. I know that’s snotty, but…really. We’re doing fine.
• I’ve listened to Dido’s Life for Rent and the Pixies’ greatest hits a lot this week. And some classical, too. Suddenly I’m in the mood for Sibelius.
• Full workout schedule, six days on. Thursday afternoon I thought I’d take the dogs for an easy walk but ended up two hours later returning home after a long beach trek to Lion’s Den and back on the somewhat terrifying side of Highway C.
• I’m due for a heart attack.
• I like the Rangers over the Giants.
More later.
This last week has been ok but I’m flatlining and finding myself unable to really enjoy doing anything. And I’m high-strung as hell. Attractive, eh? I’ve learned that I have to get out of the house some on weekends or else Monday arrives and I’m bitter and somewhat resentful. I don’t need to go to wild parties or anything, just a coffee shop for a couple hours. So yesterday morning S and I hit Java Dock’s second floor while I caught on email and he read ESPN magazine’s NBA preview. Then I drove out to Germantown (half-thanks to my phone’s gps, which got me to the street but not the rural park) and sat in the rain and watched T’s football team win again. During the game I listened to Sparklehorse and tried to read Moby Dick but the rain darkened the pages and I felt guilty about abusing the library copy. Oh, a huge man in a green sweatsuit laced an anti-ref tirade with liberal fucks and shits and even dared the ref to come over to the stands. I was ready with my phone camera if a fight broke out. Last night M took the boys to a haunted trail as I watched 30 Rock and tried to avoid a PTSD flashback. I think they’re seasonal.
But I’m feeling ok now, really. I’m forcing myself to relax and it’s kind of working.
Highlights!
• I had to advocate for my program at work this week. I don’t mind, most of the people with whom I work are pretty cool, and we’re refining new processes as leadership changes, etc. But, please, really, stay out of the way if you’re not used to how our program works. I know that’s snotty, but…really. We’re doing fine.
• I’ve listened to Dido’s Life for Rent and the Pixies’ greatest hits a lot this week. And some classical, too. Suddenly I’m in the mood for Sibelius.
• Full workout schedule, six days on. Thursday afternoon I thought I’d take the dogs for an easy walk but ended up two hours later returning home after a long beach trek to Lion’s Den and back on the somewhat terrifying side of Highway C.
• I’m due for a heart attack.
• I like the Rangers over the Giants.
More later.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Ok, I think today is the 16th. We’re halfway through October and for the most part the weather has been criminally warm. I suppose that makes the consideration of the impending winter easier. Think of it. November, December, January February are winter. By March first, even if the ground is still snow-covered, you know spring will arrive soon. So, here we go, a little over 120 days to the near end of winter and we’re in the mid-sixties. I’m ready. Give me pissing cold rain and fifty while I drink tea and read Moby Dick. Bring it on.
I’m sick, by the way. My chest is locked tight and feels heart-attack ready. Snot runs from my nose at an alarming rate. I can’t work out. I can’t work out. I haven’t hit a wall this hard in two and a half years, and I don’t feel guilty/slackerish because working out isn’t even an option. I’m that tired. Well, Thursday afternoon I lifted weights and yesterday I walked a few miles downtown. More on that in a sec. And I suppose later I might walk to Java Dock. But nothing serious.
This week was uneventful until Thursday when I decided I was going to teach the FUCK out of my afternoon class as the students look dead and I don’t know that I’ve risen to the occasion. The tech (youtube) got stuck but we still did a good job, I think, and I felt better as they left. I finished Ellroy’s Hilliker Curse and started Moby Dick. Friday morning was “long weekend”, or the U’s lame version of fall semester midterm break, but I went into the office anyway and got a lot done in two hours. At 9:15 I drove over to MAM, parked on the street, and sat on the stairs, waiting for the doors to open. I re-upped our membership and walked through the cool new European design show. Scroll down for pictures. Here’s a link to more information:
http://mam.org/european-design/
Some pieces were completely impractical, of course, a requirement of any furniture show just as weirdass clothes seem to be a requirement of any runway show (from, um, what I can on cable, I guess, as I’ve never attended a runway show), but most of the objects were functional and some, like the watering cans, were both cool and cheap. I covertly snapped pics and browsed the disappointing exhibit store before heading to the museum basement. A student reminded me the basement is kind of cool. Now, the American painting selection blows but the weird exhibits beyond that gallery are cool. See the curio boxes below. I wasn’t able to take everything in as I had already spent a good forty-five minutes concentrating on the design exhibit. Next time I’ll head straight to the basement instead of my usual trek to the third floor.
After leaving the museum I walked to the Milwaukee Public Market. The air was clean and the sky open but the city seemed dirty and run down. I don’t know if Milwaukee’s ever going to recover from the downfall of the local manufacturing economy. There’s a curious zombie-movie desertion feel to parts of downtown replete with empty storefronts and sketchy pedestrians. The MPM is nice, though. After circling the stalls I settled on a cheese sandwich at that healthy place where a teenage girl presses wheat grass into juice while another girl makes your sandwich. I snagged green tea also and ate upstairs while reading the local arts paper. Then I cut through downtown on a path similar to the one Dan and I took back to my car before DBT, stopped at Costco, and drove home. Oh, I also picked up some high-grade vanilla extract in what looks like a medicine bottle at the MPM Spice House. Will the vanilla impact cookie quality? We will see.
Last night S and I planned on taking in the Port/Homestead game but decided on Alterra’s and Borders instead because we knew Homestead would kick the hell out of Port. Alterra’s was empty and the cute coffee house girls fawned over S while he drank his strawberry/raspberry Italian soda. I drank a latte while we chatted in the dim light. Then we drove down the highway to Borders. I took a copy of Moby Dick off the shelves and read in a comfy chair while Sky checked out comics and football magazines. We were home by seven-thirty.
My health is hit and miss lately. I haven’t written much about it. I’m going deeper, into more difficult history, and hopefully not feeling as guilty about feeling messed up. Progress, slowly, onward, onward, always, unless staying still makes a difference.
Beethoven’s Emperor is on. Have a good Saturday.
I’m sick, by the way. My chest is locked tight and feels heart-attack ready. Snot runs from my nose at an alarming rate. I can’t work out. I can’t work out. I haven’t hit a wall this hard in two and a half years, and I don’t feel guilty/slackerish because working out isn’t even an option. I’m that tired. Well, Thursday afternoon I lifted weights and yesterday I walked a few miles downtown. More on that in a sec. And I suppose later I might walk to Java Dock. But nothing serious.
This week was uneventful until Thursday when I decided I was going to teach the FUCK out of my afternoon class as the students look dead and I don’t know that I’ve risen to the occasion. The tech (youtube) got stuck but we still did a good job, I think, and I felt better as they left. I finished Ellroy’s Hilliker Curse and started Moby Dick. Friday morning was “long weekend”, or the U’s lame version of fall semester midterm break, but I went into the office anyway and got a lot done in two hours. At 9:15 I drove over to MAM, parked on the street, and sat on the stairs, waiting for the doors to open. I re-upped our membership and walked through the cool new European design show. Scroll down for pictures. Here’s a link to more information:
http://mam.org/european-design/
Some pieces were completely impractical, of course, a requirement of any furniture show just as weirdass clothes seem to be a requirement of any runway show (from, um, what I can on cable, I guess, as I’ve never attended a runway show), but most of the objects were functional and some, like the watering cans, were both cool and cheap. I covertly snapped pics and browsed the disappointing exhibit store before heading to the museum basement. A student reminded me the basement is kind of cool. Now, the American painting selection blows but the weird exhibits beyond that gallery are cool. See the curio boxes below. I wasn’t able to take everything in as I had already spent a good forty-five minutes concentrating on the design exhibit. Next time I’ll head straight to the basement instead of my usual trek to the third floor.
After leaving the museum I walked to the Milwaukee Public Market. The air was clean and the sky open but the city seemed dirty and run down. I don’t know if Milwaukee’s ever going to recover from the downfall of the local manufacturing economy. There’s a curious zombie-movie desertion feel to parts of downtown replete with empty storefronts and sketchy pedestrians. The MPM is nice, though. After circling the stalls I settled on a cheese sandwich at that healthy place where a teenage girl presses wheat grass into juice while another girl makes your sandwich. I snagged green tea also and ate upstairs while reading the local arts paper. Then I cut through downtown on a path similar to the one Dan and I took back to my car before DBT, stopped at Costco, and drove home. Oh, I also picked up some high-grade vanilla extract in what looks like a medicine bottle at the MPM Spice House. Will the vanilla impact cookie quality? We will see.
Last night S and I planned on taking in the Port/Homestead game but decided on Alterra’s and Borders instead because we knew Homestead would kick the hell out of Port. Alterra’s was empty and the cute coffee house girls fawned over S while he drank his strawberry/raspberry Italian soda. I drank a latte while we chatted in the dim light. Then we drove down the highway to Borders. I took a copy of Moby Dick off the shelves and read in a comfy chair while Sky checked out comics and football magazines. We were home by seven-thirty.
My health is hit and miss lately. I haven’t written much about it. I’m going deeper, into more difficult history, and hopefully not feeling as guilty about feeling messed up. Progress, slowly, onward, onward, always, unless staying still makes a difference.
Beethoven’s Emperor is on. Have a good Saturday.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Why hello, kind blog readers. I’m grinding my teeth and trying not to kill my spazzy dogs. Do you think if I mixed some lunesta with some treats they would fall asleep? Stupidass facebook won’t load a new profile picture, either. I’m moving too quickly and banging into things, I need a third shower, and the temps are way, way too hot for October. Breathing now. Through the nose. I’m going to stop banging into things and relax. Here we go.
And how are you? This was a pretty good week, really. I wasn’t that busy at work. My back, which hurt badly earlier in the week, like I thought I wasn’t going to be able to walk much, recovered after a long autumn walk. I guess the lower right side is still tight but I think the injury could have been much worse. The rest of the week was fine. I finished Zero History in a peaceful marathon at Alterra’s Friday night, then returned Saturday morning to start the latest Ellroy.
Right now the dogs are wrestling under the table. Fuckers.
Ok, I can roll with this. Anyway, yesterday, like most Saturdays, was lost to football and soccer until the late afternoon. Then, reminding myself that I lucked out and could skip a fancy scholarship dinner, I read a little and slept well. This morning I ran before dawn. The sunrise was red and purple, absolutely beautiful, and I saw two foxes near the water treatment plant. M left for Chicago (her brother was running the marathon) early. The boys and I had a decent day but I felt like I had to be ever vigilant. Some of this is my fault because I finished a mix CD that took longer than I expected and the kids got needy. That’s ok. We snagged a couple new video games because I feel like I never get to be the one who gets them anything cool. They played those, went outside, watched a little football, ate dinner, and played football with me. Now they’re upstairs in “quiet time” but upstairs doesn’t sound particularly quiet. Sigh. At least my clothes are laid out for tomorrow and my lunch ready. I’m not working out in the morning because A) I finished a seven day stretch, and B) I need to hit work early to get a lot done before my 9AM class. I guess I’m a little frustrated because I feel like I’m the one doing all the cleaning lately, but oh well, M is in Chicago, and I can’t blame her for that, she doesn’t get to see her family much. I’ll live. I’ll be better after a shower.
Ok, sorry to sound slightly bitchy. This morning I was much better, I promise. I’ll be fine. Time to eat some pie and get the boys ready for bed.
And how are you? This was a pretty good week, really. I wasn’t that busy at work. My back, which hurt badly earlier in the week, like I thought I wasn’t going to be able to walk much, recovered after a long autumn walk. I guess the lower right side is still tight but I think the injury could have been much worse. The rest of the week was fine. I finished Zero History in a peaceful marathon at Alterra’s Friday night, then returned Saturday morning to start the latest Ellroy.
Right now the dogs are wrestling under the table. Fuckers.
Ok, I can roll with this. Anyway, yesterday, like most Saturdays, was lost to football and soccer until the late afternoon. Then, reminding myself that I lucked out and could skip a fancy scholarship dinner, I read a little and slept well. This morning I ran before dawn. The sunrise was red and purple, absolutely beautiful, and I saw two foxes near the water treatment plant. M left for Chicago (her brother was running the marathon) early. The boys and I had a decent day but I felt like I had to be ever vigilant. Some of this is my fault because I finished a mix CD that took longer than I expected and the kids got needy. That’s ok. We snagged a couple new video games because I feel like I never get to be the one who gets them anything cool. They played those, went outside, watched a little football, ate dinner, and played football with me. Now they’re upstairs in “quiet time” but upstairs doesn’t sound particularly quiet. Sigh. At least my clothes are laid out for tomorrow and my lunch ready. I’m not working out in the morning because A) I finished a seven day stretch, and B) I need to hit work early to get a lot done before my 9AM class. I guess I’m a little frustrated because I feel like I’m the one doing all the cleaning lately, but oh well, M is in Chicago, and I can’t blame her for that, she doesn’t get to see her family much. I’ll live. I’ll be better after a shower.
Ok, sorry to sound slightly bitchy. This morning I was much better, I promise. I’ll be fine. Time to eat some pie and get the boys ready for bed.
Wednesday, October 06, 2010
Monday, October 04, 2010
Sunday, October 03, 2010
I’m writing from the dining room table on what I hope continues to be a calm day. Were the day to become even calmer I would not complain. Pretty soon I’ll get my clothes, lunch, etc. ready for tomorrow, maybe clean a little upstairs, and settle in with a book. I wouldn’t mind falling asleep at 4PM. Ok, maybe 6PM.
This weekend has been great but exhausting. Shall I start at Friday? I don’t think anything notable took place earlier in the week. Friday afternoon, after a baby-showerish SOE meeting, I drove downtown and parked in a lake lot. Dan was running late and didn’t have his GPS so I talked him to the Art Museum to pick me up. We drove around a bit before coming to the conclusion that Friday night garage parking wouldn’t start until after 5, so we left his car at a meter and walked back to my car. Then we found a surface lot next to a restaurant, paid five bucks (Milwaukee parking is cheap), picked up his car, parked that in a garage, and hit Renaissance Books. The building is falling apart; I don’t think I can describe accurately the broken plaster, skateboard-worthy floors, and stacks and stacks and stacks of books everywhere. Dan was terrified and says he never wants return again. I got some good pictures, perhaps I’ll post some here soon, and a video, if I can figure out how to get video from the phone to the computer. After the bookstore we hit a brewpub (Hm. That word annoys me) restaurant for fish (Dan) and grilled cheese (me). We were in front of the Pabst for the DBT concert a little before eight. A Farm Aid benefit caused a delay so doors didn’t open until eight and the opening act (Henry Clay People, I thought they were fun, Dan didn’t) didn’t start until nine. DBT were in fine form, excellent, I thought, and the set list included “One of the Days” and “Zip City”, two of my favorite songs. We didn’t get out until close to one. I talked Dan out of downtown Milwaukee on the phone after he got lost and nearly robbed at a north side gas station. When I returned home I tried to sleep but for whatever reason didn’t sleep well, catching maybe four or five crappy hours of rest.
Saturday morning M and tag-teamed one of S’s soccer games way in the city. I stopped at Java Dock but the line was too long so I got a McDonalds latte off of Brown Deer. Holy fuck, I needed coffee. S was playing at one of these huge complexes with a couple dozen soccer fields, so we weaved our way to his field. He borrowed my cool black hat because the wind was blowing cold and wore it throughout the game. They tied a good team, 2-2 while I sat away from the other parents and listened to eels on the mp3 player. My mind wasn’t in reading shape. After we returned home I considered sleeping but M and N were off at a sturgeon release and T’s game was starting soon so instead I channel-surfed and…that was pretty much it, I think. Near 5 I drove back to Milwaukee, parked in the same lot, and drank more coffee at Starbucks waiting for Dan’s return. The eels gig was sparsely attended and we snagged front-row off the riser seats for the 2nd time in two nights. Yay us. Let the kids stand in front of the stage. A truly horrible ventriloquist opened the show, followed by some rather cute but spacey folk singer, and eels walked on stage a little after nine. They opened with “Daisies of the Galaxy”, possibly my favorite eels song ever, and the rest of the show (sort of a 60s rave-up theme this tour) was tight and strong. They’re nearing the end of the world tour but still seemed happy to be there. I think most bands like playing the Pabst. It’s a beautiful theater. Most of the new material held up well, if not better live than on record. Dan and I parted immediately after the gig and, despite a sleep-deprived, hallucinatory highway stretch, I arrived home by midnight. I read a little Gibson, combined beer and melatonin, and slept like the dead until 8AM.
Today has been good so far. I made some of that ass-kicking Starbucks French roast coffee I snagged on sale at Costco. My French Press rig is broken so I dragged the drip rig from the basement but I have to press the little button under the spout with a fork because I can’t find the kettle top. Oh well. Man, I love how that coffee smells. I showered, felt alive, and cleaned the first floor after kicking the boys off of electronics. I lifted through the first quarter of the Packers game. My workout schedule has been decimated over the last week but I don’t feel like I’m going to hurt someone if I don’t go to the gym so maybe I needed the rest. After lifting/abs I ate a little, started a pie crust (French silk today) and here I am. Have a great start of the week, people. Doesn’t the first slow day after a busy stretch feel wonderful? Hell yes.
This weekend has been great but exhausting. Shall I start at Friday? I don’t think anything notable took place earlier in the week. Friday afternoon, after a baby-showerish SOE meeting, I drove downtown and parked in a lake lot. Dan was running late and didn’t have his GPS so I talked him to the Art Museum to pick me up. We drove around a bit before coming to the conclusion that Friday night garage parking wouldn’t start until after 5, so we left his car at a meter and walked back to my car. Then we found a surface lot next to a restaurant, paid five bucks (Milwaukee parking is cheap), picked up his car, parked that in a garage, and hit Renaissance Books. The building is falling apart; I don’t think I can describe accurately the broken plaster, skateboard-worthy floors, and stacks and stacks and stacks of books everywhere. Dan was terrified and says he never wants return again. I got some good pictures, perhaps I’ll post some here soon, and a video, if I can figure out how to get video from the phone to the computer. After the bookstore we hit a brewpub (Hm. That word annoys me) restaurant for fish (Dan) and grilled cheese (me). We were in front of the Pabst for the DBT concert a little before eight. A Farm Aid benefit caused a delay so doors didn’t open until eight and the opening act (Henry Clay People, I thought they were fun, Dan didn’t) didn’t start until nine. DBT were in fine form, excellent, I thought, and the set list included “One of the Days” and “Zip City”, two of my favorite songs. We didn’t get out until close to one. I talked Dan out of downtown Milwaukee on the phone after he got lost and nearly robbed at a north side gas station. When I returned home I tried to sleep but for whatever reason didn’t sleep well, catching maybe four or five crappy hours of rest.
Saturday morning M and tag-teamed one of S’s soccer games way in the city. I stopped at Java Dock but the line was too long so I got a McDonalds latte off of Brown Deer. Holy fuck, I needed coffee. S was playing at one of these huge complexes with a couple dozen soccer fields, so we weaved our way to his field. He borrowed my cool black hat because the wind was blowing cold and wore it throughout the game. They tied a good team, 2-2 while I sat away from the other parents and listened to eels on the mp3 player. My mind wasn’t in reading shape. After we returned home I considered sleeping but M and N were off at a sturgeon release and T’s game was starting soon so instead I channel-surfed and…that was pretty much it, I think. Near 5 I drove back to Milwaukee, parked in the same lot, and drank more coffee at Starbucks waiting for Dan’s return. The eels gig was sparsely attended and we snagged front-row off the riser seats for the 2nd time in two nights. Yay us. Let the kids stand in front of the stage. A truly horrible ventriloquist opened the show, followed by some rather cute but spacey folk singer, and eels walked on stage a little after nine. They opened with “Daisies of the Galaxy”, possibly my favorite eels song ever, and the rest of the show (sort of a 60s rave-up theme this tour) was tight and strong. They’re nearing the end of the world tour but still seemed happy to be there. I think most bands like playing the Pabst. It’s a beautiful theater. Most of the new material held up well, if not better live than on record. Dan and I parted immediately after the gig and, despite a sleep-deprived, hallucinatory highway stretch, I arrived home by midnight. I read a little Gibson, combined beer and melatonin, and slept like the dead until 8AM.
Today has been good so far. I made some of that ass-kicking Starbucks French roast coffee I snagged on sale at Costco. My French Press rig is broken so I dragged the drip rig from the basement but I have to press the little button under the spout with a fork because I can’t find the kettle top. Oh well. Man, I love how that coffee smells. I showered, felt alive, and cleaned the first floor after kicking the boys off of electronics. I lifted through the first quarter of the Packers game. My workout schedule has been decimated over the last week but I don’t feel like I’m going to hurt someone if I don’t go to the gym so maybe I needed the rest. After lifting/abs I ate a little, started a pie crust (French silk today) and here I am. Have a great start of the week, people. Doesn’t the first slow day after a busy stretch feel wonderful? Hell yes.
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