All over the place on a Friday night
Been an emotional week. Divorce, cars mysteriously not starting, panic, reality setting in, worry, car rentals and good customer service. Divorce too. Yes, divorce was mentioned twice, now and a third time.
Worrying is hardwired into me. It's what is worried about and the extent I allow it to get to me that matters more. Now I feel like there is more clarity in what is being worried about instead of the actions of who is being worried about.
Been listening to comfort music the past few days. The Beatles first and second albums are on constant play. That second record, With the Beatles, is damn good. I like the ambience in it, you can hear a squeaky drum pedal throughout the record. The harmonies have been so ingrained in my mind that I sing with them instead of the lyrics. All My Loving is a great song, as are It Won't Be Long and Not A Second Time. The drums in Roll Over Beethoven are cannon fire but those crash cymbals diminish their impact. I think of a concert they did in Sweden in 1963 that is mostly on Anthology One and they play hard and right. I played it, when it was a bootleg, for a friend of mine who did not think they could ever play live, and that they were just a studio band. The songs changed his mind. Ringo kills his kit on You Really Got a Hold on Me, and the audience was paying attention. They saved their screams for between the songs and wanted to hear the music.
Songs changing minds, you'd think that a simple rock and roll song had power. Something that rarely seems to happen today. John Fogerty thinks he can still write protest songs, but he's just rhyming and recycling. He needs someone to smack him around and make him write something decent. Rick Rubin, this is where you come in.
Neil Diamond is playing Glastonbury, he'll need the sparkly shirt.
Writing has been hard to fit in. Too much time has been spent thinking and worrying. Wasted time reading blogs and being frozen in fear (always the fear). Oh yeah, I'm a parent too. He's with me the next five nights and I have to keep him in our world, stimulated, fed, entertained and learning. He is in the chair with me, watching Wonderpets. He threw out his lollipop stick when I asked him to. He's listening much better these days.
Been reading light stuff. Just started Stephen King's new one. Not sure if I'll finish it. He seems to be so, thirty years ago. Make that twenty five. It's habit now, I guess. At least I'm not buying them anymore. Too many books around here as it is. Need to simplify, fit them all in a bookcase. Like that will happen. How about two book cases? Size of the shelves? Something to strive for.
Em's calling on Sunday. We speak a couple of times a week. 4,000 miles is hard to overcome, but we make do. We have plans, we're figuring it out. We have to spend more time together. Oh, and thanks for the lollipop!
Must make some tapioca pudding that does not resemble soup. Let it boil longer next time, that's what was forgotten last time.
Taxes this weekend. Entering the right numbers. Maybe I will not have to ask for last year's returns again. The sooner I get those numbers, the sooner we both get our money.
Work is going well. It helps when I have a project or a stack of books to process. I feel better knowing that I am of use. It's hard when there's not much going on because I lose focus (back to the worry), get distracted and go off task. Like right now when I catch myself looking at the painting. You all got to see this! The job has saved me in so many ways. Eight hours and there are rarely moments when I wish I was not there. One year makes a huge difference in attitude, as does divorce I suppose.
Went to Chipotle earlier. Got super bowl shopping done and stopped off at Jeni's. Now he's drinking some milk, watching Blue's Clues, and I'm next to him trying to make a point. I think?
There was a lot more I thought I'd ramble about earlier. Now I'm not so sure. Where do the thoughts go after you think of them then forget? It's a better question than where does the mail go? But hey, yay for Exxon right? You don't see their executives complaining about the economy do you? We just get the bejeezus scared out of us. Whether it be an image of your mother in law in a burqa or the suggestion al queda blowing up your local Starbucks, we're being bamboozled. News is not news. Britney is a symptom and the weather reporting is stage four cancer on our television sets.
Not sure when we're getting to bed tonight. He's been up since 10AM. He's been very good about sleeping. We'll see what happens. You know where to find me, I'll be around. It's a long post though, and who responds to those. Yeah, I expect the sound of crickets, do not worry.
Worrying is hardwired into me. It's what is worried about and the extent I allow it to get to me that matters more. Now I feel like there is more clarity in what is being worried about instead of the actions of who is being worried about.
Been listening to comfort music the past few days. The Beatles first and second albums are on constant play. That second record, With the Beatles, is damn good. I like the ambience in it, you can hear a squeaky drum pedal throughout the record. The harmonies have been so ingrained in my mind that I sing with them instead of the lyrics. All My Loving is a great song, as are It Won't Be Long and Not A Second Time. The drums in Roll Over Beethoven are cannon fire but those crash cymbals diminish their impact. I think of a concert they did in Sweden in 1963 that is mostly on Anthology One and they play hard and right. I played it, when it was a bootleg, for a friend of mine who did not think they could ever play live, and that they were just a studio band. The songs changed his mind. Ringo kills his kit on You Really Got a Hold on Me, and the audience was paying attention. They saved their screams for between the songs and wanted to hear the music.
Songs changing minds, you'd think that a simple rock and roll song had power. Something that rarely seems to happen today. John Fogerty thinks he can still write protest songs, but he's just rhyming and recycling. He needs someone to smack him around and make him write something decent. Rick Rubin, this is where you come in.
Neil Diamond is playing Glastonbury, he'll need the sparkly shirt.
Writing has been hard to fit in. Too much time has been spent thinking and worrying. Wasted time reading blogs and being frozen in fear (always the fear). Oh yeah, I'm a parent too. He's with me the next five nights and I have to keep him in our world, stimulated, fed, entertained and learning. He is in the chair with me, watching Wonderpets. He threw out his lollipop stick when I asked him to. He's listening much better these days.
Been reading light stuff. Just started Stephen King's new one. Not sure if I'll finish it. He seems to be so, thirty years ago. Make that twenty five. It's habit now, I guess. At least I'm not buying them anymore. Too many books around here as it is. Need to simplify, fit them all in a bookcase. Like that will happen. How about two book cases? Size of the shelves? Something to strive for.
Em's calling on Sunday. We speak a couple of times a week. 4,000 miles is hard to overcome, but we make do. We have plans, we're figuring it out. We have to spend more time together. Oh, and thanks for the lollipop!
Must make some tapioca pudding that does not resemble soup. Let it boil longer next time, that's what was forgotten last time.
Taxes this weekend. Entering the right numbers. Maybe I will not have to ask for last year's returns again. The sooner I get those numbers, the sooner we both get our money.
Work is going well. It helps when I have a project or a stack of books to process. I feel better knowing that I am of use. It's hard when there's not much going on because I lose focus (back to the worry), get distracted and go off task. Like right now when I catch myself looking at the painting. You all got to see this! The job has saved me in so many ways. Eight hours and there are rarely moments when I wish I was not there. One year makes a huge difference in attitude, as does divorce I suppose.
Went to Chipotle earlier. Got super bowl shopping done and stopped off at Jeni's. Now he's drinking some milk, watching Blue's Clues, and I'm next to him trying to make a point. I think?
There was a lot more I thought I'd ramble about earlier. Now I'm not so sure. Where do the thoughts go after you think of them then forget? It's a better question than where does the mail go? But hey, yay for Exxon right? You don't see their executives complaining about the economy do you? We just get the bejeezus scared out of us. Whether it be an image of your mother in law in a burqa or the suggestion al queda blowing up your local Starbucks, we're being bamboozled. News is not news. Britney is a symptom and the weather reporting is stage four cancer on our television sets.
Not sure when we're getting to bed tonight. He's been up since 10AM. He's been very good about sleeping. We'll see what happens. You know where to find me, I'll be around. It's a long post though, and who responds to those. Yeah, I expect the sound of crickets, do not worry.