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Many things happening and not since last I updated.
Much pickling and jamming, some successful, some not. Some baking, much freezing.
Helped a friend through surgery, which he tries to blow off as minor, and which I as a direct observer can say was not. But he's doing well now, and accompanied me to see Peter Gabriel last night at the Garden.
Holy Crap. What a wonderful show. Spectacularly put on.
Sure, the Gabriel's no spring chicken. But the voice, while aged, is still rich, and the show visually and emotionally stirring. The technical aspects of it were damned near flawless, and everything added to the final great impression of a stunning performance.
I've skipped the last few weeks of fighter practice - one because I felt like ass, and the next because I was cleaning up dog barf and it was just shitty out. The bigger reason (because I could have forced myself to push through), was because I started to feel obligated to be there. The fun was flagging, as was my constitution.
I'm back at it tonight, never fear.
My Dog is still barfy. Roommate has taken to scraping up the solid barf and leaving me the carpet stain to deal with when I get home. After it's dried and set. Sure, he could leave the whole damned thing for me to deal with, but I kind of see this as pretty douche-y. But what do I know. He's young, and I've noticed that "douche" is kind of hard coded into his generation's dna.
But if the Peter Gabriel concert proved anything, it's that I'm an old white person now.
Thinking about doing a few minor renovations to the apartment if I'm going to be there for at least the next two years. If I owned the place, I have a list of things I'd do, but I don't. And I don't want to pour money into something that won't benefit me in the long run. Small things that can be done inexpensively is something else.
Went to a gun show on Saturday for fun. Learned I might be the owner of an "Ek knife" from WWII. Was my grandfather's. Blade's in rough shape, can't make out if it has a serial number. Remembered Gun Shows are an odd, odd place.
Car's holding up. Really needs an oil change - maybe tomorrow before work. Need to get her detailed.
Had a spot of medical issues, but I've received a clean bill of health from a number of venues. Issues seem to be resolving themselves. *shrug*
Yea, that's about all I've got. Work's still work. They pay me, I keep coming back. Seems to work out for us both.
Much pickling and jamming, some successful, some not. Some baking, much freezing.
Helped a friend through surgery, which he tries to blow off as minor, and which I as a direct observer can say was not. But he's doing well now, and accompanied me to see Peter Gabriel last night at the Garden.
Holy Crap. What a wonderful show. Spectacularly put on.
Sure, the Gabriel's no spring chicken. But the voice, while aged, is still rich, and the show visually and emotionally stirring. The technical aspects of it were damned near flawless, and everything added to the final great impression of a stunning performance.
I've skipped the last few weeks of fighter practice - one because I felt like ass, and the next because I was cleaning up dog barf and it was just shitty out. The bigger reason (because I could have forced myself to push through), was because I started to feel obligated to be there. The fun was flagging, as was my constitution.
I'm back at it tonight, never fear.
My Dog is still barfy. Roommate has taken to scraping up the solid barf and leaving me the carpet stain to deal with when I get home. After it's dried and set. Sure, he could leave the whole damned thing for me to deal with, but I kind of see this as pretty douche-y. But what do I know. He's young, and I've noticed that "douche" is kind of hard coded into his generation's dna.
But if the Peter Gabriel concert proved anything, it's that I'm an old white person now.
Thinking about doing a few minor renovations to the apartment if I'm going to be there for at least the next two years. If I owned the place, I have a list of things I'd do, but I don't. And I don't want to pour money into something that won't benefit me in the long run. Small things that can be done inexpensively is something else.
Went to a gun show on Saturday for fun. Learned I might be the owner of an "Ek knife" from WWII. Was my grandfather's. Blade's in rough shape, can't make out if it has a serial number. Remembered Gun Shows are an odd, odd place.
Car's holding up. Really needs an oil change - maybe tomorrow before work. Need to get her detailed.
Had a spot of medical issues, but I've received a clean bill of health from a number of venues. Issues seem to be resolving themselves. *shrug*
Yea, that's about all I've got. Work's still work. They pay me, I keep coming back. Seems to work out for us both.
