Swerengen: "The day saw advances, Trixie. None of them Miraculous"
I haven’t written on this thing in forever, I realize, and being in the extreme state of disrepair and neglect it’s in, I would hope to have something better to post here this morning, but alas, I feel the well’s run dry. It could simply be that I’ve been living the life of a retired person for the last three weeks. For those of you who have any doubts, just look at a schedule of last Tuesday:
9:00 Woke up.
9:10 Showered.
9:30 Had a delicious breakfast of Bacon and Sunnyside Up Eggs courtesy of Phyllis.
9:45 Commenced work on the USA Today Crossword.
10:00 Commenced work on the Albuquerque Sun Crossword.
10:30 Continued my ongoing struggle with a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle of the Taj Mahal.
12:00 Continued reading “Motherless Brooklyn” by Jonathan Lethem on the back porch.
1:30 USA Today Sedoku
3:00 Yoga.
4:00 Afternoon coffee with my parents on the back porch. My dad and I had a twenty minute conversation on the condition of his lawn.
5:30 The day’s work, which usually involves but is not limited to: Filling Folders of Shwag for outgoing crews, filling coolers with miniature Gatorades my dad uses as Snack Drinks
7:30 Continued work on the jigsaw puzzle while watching a rerun of “Ugly Betty”
8:00 Steak for dinner
9:00 More reading
10:00 “The Deadliest Catch”
11:00 “King of the Hill”
11:30 Bed
Jesus Christ Tap Dancing. I wish I had more, but as you can see, I don’t have much to work with.
However, the other night I set out to finish the first draft of my TV pilot. With two cups of coffee under my belt and the weird adrenaline rush I get from a good piece of writing, I knew at four in the morning that I probably wouldn’t be going to bed for a while, so I continued my writing streak in he form of doing approximately 60 movie reviews on Facebook. I then strolled downstairs at five-thirty to find my parents, zombie-like, getting ready to make their morning trip to the hotel to see the groups off for their days of scouting-friendly adventures. It was then that I heard my dad give his best quote in a long while, second only to “Do you know how hard it is to throw away a trashcan?” It’s the very reason I’m writing here now and I won’t leave you in anticipation of anything.
Dan: “I heard that the iPhone is everything they’ve been hyping it up to be,”
Mike: “I have no doubt that it is.”
Dan: “I want one so fucking bad.”
Mike: “What service are they on?”
Dan: “AT&T.”
Mike: “We’re on Verizon.”
Dan: “I know. I would have to switch my service. I plan on getting one when I’m financially independent.”
Mike: “Well, I’m sure they’ll have something better by the time you’re thirty.”
Dan: (laughs uncontrollably)
Mike: “Are you on speed or something?”
He was in rare form, and not surprisingly it was at five-thirty in the morning. Of course, when we got to the hotel, he got a phone call from Cimarron. The driver of one of the buses told him that the bus had a flat tire, meaning that he may not be able to get the group out on time for their early flight. This would cost my Dad anywhere from $5000-$25000. Luckily, the situation righted itself, but he damn cranky until it did.
I'll come back with something better next time, I swear. I'm just getting back into this shit.
9:00 Woke up.
9:10 Showered.
9:30 Had a delicious breakfast of Bacon and Sunnyside Up Eggs courtesy of Phyllis.
9:45 Commenced work on the USA Today Crossword.
10:00 Commenced work on the Albuquerque Sun Crossword.
10:30 Continued my ongoing struggle with a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle of the Taj Mahal.
12:00 Continued reading “Motherless Brooklyn” by Jonathan Lethem on the back porch.
1:30 USA Today Sedoku
3:00 Yoga.
4:00 Afternoon coffee with my parents on the back porch. My dad and I had a twenty minute conversation on the condition of his lawn.
5:30 The day’s work, which usually involves but is not limited to: Filling Folders of Shwag for outgoing crews, filling coolers with miniature Gatorades my dad uses as Snack Drinks
7:30 Continued work on the jigsaw puzzle while watching a rerun of “Ugly Betty”
8:00 Steak for dinner
9:00 More reading
10:00 “The Deadliest Catch”
11:00 “King of the Hill”
11:30 Bed
Jesus Christ Tap Dancing. I wish I had more, but as you can see, I don’t have much to work with.
However, the other night I set out to finish the first draft of my TV pilot. With two cups of coffee under my belt and the weird adrenaline rush I get from a good piece of writing, I knew at four in the morning that I probably wouldn’t be going to bed for a while, so I continued my writing streak in he form of doing approximately 60 movie reviews on Facebook. I then strolled downstairs at five-thirty to find my parents, zombie-like, getting ready to make their morning trip to the hotel to see the groups off for their days of scouting-friendly adventures. It was then that I heard my dad give his best quote in a long while, second only to “Do you know how hard it is to throw away a trashcan?” It’s the very reason I’m writing here now and I won’t leave you in anticipation of anything.
Dan: “I heard that the iPhone is everything they’ve been hyping it up to be,”
Mike: “I have no doubt that it is.”
Dan: “I want one so fucking bad.”
Mike: “What service are they on?”
Dan: “AT&T.”
Mike: “We’re on Verizon.”
Dan: “I know. I would have to switch my service. I plan on getting one when I’m financially independent.”
Mike: “Well, I’m sure they’ll have something better by the time you’re thirty.”
Dan: (laughs uncontrollably)
Mike: “Are you on speed or something?”
He was in rare form, and not surprisingly it was at five-thirty in the morning. Of course, when we got to the hotel, he got a phone call from Cimarron. The driver of one of the buses told him that the bus had a flat tire, meaning that he may not be able to get the group out on time for their early flight. This would cost my Dad anywhere from $5000-$25000. Luckily, the situation righted itself, but he damn cranky until it did.
I'll come back with something better next time, I swear. I'm just getting back into this shit.