Randomness…
1) Foot: less swollen, not unswollen. Vague pain, not absense of pain. Just enough of each to be convinced that today’s not the day to strap on the sneaks, but not enough of either to hope that tomorrow won’t be the day. Hope and disappointment - 2 sides of the same injured coin. But. Tomorrow may be the day.
2) More hummies are here. Little Cat sits in the window squeeking in bliss and frustration. The cowbirds are here (don’t badmouth my cowbirds Jon) and it’s Ladie’s Choice as the feeder ratio at this moment is 11 guys to 3 gals. I likes them odds.
3) My 17 year old son went to a Blue Oyster Cult concert last night. How cool is he! He’s already seen Yngwie Malmsteen and Iron Maiden (well, as it were), and he’s seeing Rush this summer - which I am most jealous of. For some reason I am tickled that he has an appreciation for bands from our youth. It would be like if I had been a teenager who was totally into Tony Bennett or Frank Sinatra. That would have made my mom feel totally cool for raising such a hip kid. Which is kind of how I feel now - though if I could get him into Bauhaus, The Cramps, Sonic Youth, or Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds (or) Birthday Party I would truly feel that my work as a parent had paid off.
4) I informed my husband that I needed a boyfriend to do things with me, like go to concerts, white water raft, camp, go to movies, dinner out, blah blah blah. All the things I do by myself because I’ll be damned if I won’t do them just because no one will do them with me. He thought that was a fine idea and gave me a few names.
5) I’ve been eating vegan for 3+ weeks now and I’m not progressed much beyond green salads and fresh fruit, even though I have, like, 8 vegan cookbooks on my kitchen table. Honestly, I’m still perfectly happy with the salads and fruit (oh, and some nuts) but I suppose I have to broaden the palate if I’m going to avoid boredom and burnout. But, all in all, I’m really down with this gig right now.
6) I can’t get off the porch. The weather has been so awesome that the first thing I do when I get home from work is plant my ass on the Adirondack rocker. I can watch the birds, I can type on my laptop, I can sip a beer or herbal tea, I can chat through the windows with the kid on the playstation in the living room. I should be doing laundry, cleaning up the house, cutting up fresh fruits & veggies, making a grocery list (sure, I could do that on the porch but I’m far too busy, you see).
7) Uh oh, my jealousy overtook me and I just bought a sweet seat for the Rush concert at SPAC!! Lock your door Jon, I’ll be in the neighborhood [insert sinister laugh here].
Edit: What is up with this font madness? Is it just my wonky computer or does it look weird to the rest of the world too?
Comment by Jon (was) in Michigan
Monday May 14 2007 @ 5:04 am
The last time I was at SPAC I was wearing a cap and gown and wondering where my youth had gone.
Rush and BOC. I didn’t know those people were still alive. That would be Rush’s “Aches and Pains” tour?
I tried that “get a girlfriend” plan with my wife but for some reason she did like it.