it's good to be alone
This has been a strange weekend so far. Bruce's dad has taken a turn for the worse and it looks like this could be the end after three years under hospice care. Understandably, he's been gone since Thursday night, just stopping home once long enough to bathe and grab a quick bite to eat. Given the circumstance, I haven't gone anywhere so I can be here in case he needs me. Since I've been in hermit mode lately anyway, it's rather nice to have the whole house to myself to do whatever I see fit which mainly includes the continuation of a mass purging of material possessions. The recycle bin has been full several weeks running with old papers, articles, newspaper clippings, magazines, cards, letters, brochures and the like. My old handwritten journals going back to high school and a decade's worth of televised skating events on VHS tapes are now probably occupying space in the landfill. Goodwill boxes full of books, stuffed animals and various assorted junk are eagerly awaiting a home somewhere else. Psychologically, I feel about 20 pounds lighter. I've always maintained that I don't care about much materially aside from my clothes, music collection and the basic necessities of life - and even those are getting a hard look. My wedding shoes already walked out the door earlier this year. It'd be interesting to see how little I could get by with if I had to. If it came down to it, I'd probably do alright without either a computer or a television, at least for a little while. Just give me a place to lay my head at night and a library card and I'll be fine! Bohemian like me, indeed.
We were to have put up the Christmas tree last night but for obvious reasons that didn't happen and I can't say I'm too disappointed. It used to be one of my favorite activities of the holiday season but now it's akin to having the annual pap smear - just want to get it over with as quickly and as painlessly as possible. How I'd love to have that joy back again.
Nebraska game tonight down in Kansas City and I know at least one person who will be there. Better you than me, I said, because it's really fucking cold out.
This weekend I've finally given my full attention to Golden Smog's new one Another Fine Day that I bought at the record show back in October but hadn't really listened to yet. Favorite songs include "You Make It Easy", "Cure for This", "Strangers" and "I Can" and if you heard them, you'd know why. In one fine day, they've just shot to my top 5 obsessive listens for the week just after Jane's Addiction's cover of the Grateful Dead's "Ripple".
This weekend of solitude (unless you count the two wrestling dogs) has given me a lot of thinking tme and all I can say is that my head is all over the place.
We were to have put up the Christmas tree last night but for obvious reasons that didn't happen and I can't say I'm too disappointed. It used to be one of my favorite activities of the holiday season but now it's akin to having the annual pap smear - just want to get it over with as quickly and as painlessly as possible. How I'd love to have that joy back again.
Nebraska game tonight down in Kansas City and I know at least one person who will be there. Better you than me, I said, because it's really fucking cold out.
This weekend I've finally given my full attention to Golden Smog's new one Another Fine Day that I bought at the record show back in October but hadn't really listened to yet. Favorite songs include "You Make It Easy", "Cure for This", "Strangers" and "I Can" and if you heard them, you'd know why. In one fine day, they've just shot to my top 5 obsessive listens for the week just after Jane's Addiction's cover of the Grateful Dead's "Ripple".
This weekend of solitude (unless you count the two wrestling dogs) has given me a lot of thinking tme and all I can say is that my head is all over the place.