Weekend Wrapping

Well, I rather enjoyed my weekend. I can’t really remember what happened Friday evening. I know I ended up working a little late helping a web customer, but I don’t remember what happened after that. I remember being really excited, though, as I had the whole weekend off: no work, no gigs. I may have done some web work.

Saturday came ’round, and Susan wanted blueberry pancakes. Duly made, I then proceeded to get things ready for a dump run. After that, we did some furniture shopping, and stopped at the farm market again. By the time we got home, it was after 2pm, so we had a late lunch of pizza. By suppertime, we still weren’t very hungry, so we put the pork chops and corn on the “back burner” for another day. Then it was lazy time in the evening.

Sunday. Breakfast. Church. A brief outing to set up someone’s WIFI router. Ma’s birthday party. A trip to the cemetary to “remember” Dad. (Incidentally, I’ve been “remembering” him a lot these last few days.)  Just a short time at home, and it was time to head back to church for the monthly supper. Evening services, then home.

Hmm. Although it’s only three short paragraphs, this weekend seemed abundantly filled with things to do. Maybe my memory two days later isn’t so hot.

Amy’s “Life List” MI-5

Amy says: I was inspired by an article in SELF magazine for this week’s MI-5.  The article was called “Create Your Happy-Life List” and this list is derived from the little workbook box in the article.  That box gave room for four answers in each of six boxes. I only used four of the boxes and added my own question to the list.  Feel free to give as many or as few answers to each question as you like.

1. Every day I would like to: (examples given were: get my heart rate up, sleep for 15 more minutes, be loving to my partner)

~I would like to spend more time in prayer. I try to have prayer time every morning, and I say grace before every meal. On and off through out the day, though, I fall short. In my job, working with customers (and frequently angry customers), I should take time to shoot up those “bullet” prayers before talking with someone. I should take a moment to get myself ready before talking to someone who’s mad, or before I need to offer words of correction to a staff person.

2. Every week, I would like to: (examples given were: cook a meal from scratch, pamper myself, spend time alone)

~Spend some really quality time with the family. By the time I get home from work, I really only have maybe three hours to spend with the kids before they need to go to bed. Factor in the nights that I leave work a little late, and the weeks that I’m gigging on the weekend, and quality time to go do something fun is really hard to come by. I should schedule family time into my week.

3. Before next year, I would like to: (examples given were: clean out my closets, take a class, track my spending, plant an herb garden)

~Own an impractical car, like a fire engine, hearse, ambulance, or convertible. Or maybe just a scooter.

4. Before I die, I would like to: (examples given were: start a business, try skydiving, go skinny-dipping, make a difference in the world)

~Visit the Holy Land, UK, and Italy. Get a Masters or Doctorate. Figure out how to get someone else to pay for aforementioned education. 🙂 Learn the basics of Hebrew and Greek. Maybe start my own drum fabrication business.

5: How likely do you think you will be to complete any of these goals? Which will be the easiest? Which will be the hardest?

~Traveling will be the easiest. There’s not much to it: get on the plane and go. Learning Hebrew and Greek has already proved a little tough, since I can’t find anyplace that teaches them locally. (The one place that teaches Hebrew–the local Synagogue, didn’t return my calls.) Starting my own business would be easy. Keeping it alive would be hard–very hard. I think the toughest one would be my Masters degree. I don’t really need it for anything. I can’t afford it. I don’t have the time to pursue it. I don’t see it happening.

Friday Fill-Ins #88

This week I’m going to use rather obscure song lyrics; you can fill them in with the correct words if you know ’em…but wouldn’t it be more fun to do it a bit differently?And…here we go!

1. If I was to walk into your life, would you recognize me, since we’ve never met?

2. Catch a bright star and place it in your living room. (You’ll save on your light and your heat bill!)

3. And you can send me that $50 bucks you owe me.

4. I’d like to forgive you for that time you smashed up my kitchen cabinets with a baseball bat, but I’m dealing with a memory that never forgets.

5. I’m the innocent bystander / Somehow I got stuck in traffic behind the bait truck.

6. What’s keeping us apart isn’t selfishness, it’s the fact you’re in Thailand and don’t have a driver’s license.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to an evening at home, tomorrow my plans include going to the farm market, and Sunday, I want to listen to the wind and the rain!

Labor Day Weekend Wrap-Up

Friday night, and I didn’t have a gig. That felt really strange!I don’t thing anything spectacular went on; I just spent an evening home with the family! Susan didn’t feel like cooking, so we had Chinese. I think after that, it was some “Spiderman and his Amazing Friends.”

Saturday morning, and I was up at about 6:30. Susan implored me to sleep later, but I couldn’t. I left the house at 9am to get some errands done, then I was off to my 11am gig. That gig got over at 2pm, and afterwards, I headed to Blind Al’s house to pick him up for my second gig. Gig one was in Waldoboro, and gig two was in Portland. It didn’t really make sense to head home, only to leave again in three hours time, so I picked up the Blind Man. We went to P-Town, hit The Drum Shop, Buckdancer’s Choice, and Guitar Center. The Drum Shop had all kinds of stuff I wanted. Guitar Center had nothing but teens beating on the electric drums, making noise just to hear themselves make noise, I guess. I bought nothing at either place. Buckdancer’s is a guitar shop, so there wasn’t much for me there. My gig that night was at Brian Boru. It was hot and humid, even in the evening, and I played like dog meat during the first set. By the time the third set rolled around, there was a breeze, and I was plenty hydrated, so my playing improved. I think I had four pints of water! On the drive home, we complied with the sheriff’s road block “safety check,” and I crawled into bed at 3:15 Sunday morning.

It seemed like only moments until I opened my eyes at 7:30 Sunday morning. Coffee! Church had a really light turnout, as many people were out of town. Pastor Dave and I provided music for Sunday School on guitar and bass respectively. Having had so little sleep, I had a little trouble putting together cohesive sentences. We all had a good laugh about it. After morning services, we had leftover Chinese for lunch. My Mom was away on vacation (thus the need for me to provide church music instead of her usual piano), so we didn’t have lunch at her house.  Then, NAPS! Yeah! Church in the evening, then home again.

This morning, I slept late: 7:30. I made some raspberry/chocolate chip pancakes for everyone. I worked on a website for a little bit in the AM, and made lunch for the kids. In the afternoon, we went to Beth’s and went crazy! We picked up a flat of blueberries, some strawberries, leeks, corn, and beet greens. Oh, and cider. And beans. They had so much good stuff, we’re planning on going back again this Saturday! On the way back to the house, we stopped in a local antique shop I like to frequent. Once back in Rockland, we walked to the grocery store for a few more things. Supper was steak, grilled/braised leeks, corn on the cob (super sweet and yummy!), and mashed taters. The boys, dutifully washed and teeth brushed, are up in bed now. Julia and Susan are bagging blueberries for the freezer. I just finished some more web work, and took some time to post.

Jay’s MI-5

Jay says: “It’s that time of year – back to school with the kids (that’ll learn ‘em to complain about being bored during summer vacation!).  Look back to your high school years & answer these questions five:”

1. Think back to the soundtrack of your high school years – what were you listening to then?
I was big into The Beatles then. Also, The Jimi Hendrix Experience. I can remember what albums I used to put on to play the drums along with: Skynyrd’s “Second Helping” and “One More From the Road,” Clapton’s “Best Of,” Peter Frampton’s “Frampton Comes Alive.” I was in a band, and we would listen to David Lee Roth’s “Eat ‘Em and Smile” all the time. Bob Marley’s “Rastaman  Vibrations” saw much play, as did James Brown’s “Gravity.” It was in high school too that I was first introduced to Tull.

2. It’s an average Thursday night– what’s on TV?
The Cosby Show, I guess. I don’t really remember the line-up.

3. What was playing at the local Bijou then?
Susan and I saw Arachniphobia in the theater. Really, in my home town, there wasn’t much happening by way of movies. The Strand had yet to be restored, and the big box movie house had yet to come to town. So if you didn’t like either of the two movies the Strand had, you had to wait until the following Thursday for two new ones. As a result, I don’t remember seeing many there. Movie rental places were all the rage then. I remember when you had to be a member before you could rent movies, and membership required money! I can remember a former girlfriend putting in reservations for “Dirty Dancing,” and having to wait for it to be returned.

4. What character from “The Breakfast Club” best described you during high school: Judd Hircsh, the brooding rebel without a cause?  Molly Ringwald’s pampered princess?  Ally Sheedy’s freak in need of a bottle of Head & Shoulders?  Emilio Estevez’s varsity jacketed jock?  Or Anthony Michael Hall’s dweeby dork?
I guess I was the dork. Not really, though. I think I was generally well liked, but I wasn’t the real popular kid. I was into music and drums, of course. (It was in high school I got the nickname “Billy Rhythm.”) I also did work in what would now be called the A/V club. We didn’t really have that back then; we had 3-4 guys who liked lights and sound.

5. Does looking back at your junior & senior high class pictures cause you to cringe, wondering why nobody stopped you from walking out into public looking like that?  Why?  Mullet?  Poodle perm?
My clothes were pretty normal, but I had some hair issues. I used to wear it way too long. It looked ok enough when short, but it didn’t stay that way for long. I used to part my hair in the middle, and did until about five years ago. Is that too ’80s?

Friday Fill-Ins #87

1. When I’m sick I’m a bear. (I don’t get sick very often, and when I do, I just want to be in bed.)

2. When I take a walk, I think about the architecture of the buildings around me.

3. Money can’t buy happiness but it can sure help making sure the rent is paid.

4. Cotton makes me comfortable and leather makes me wonder who’s clothes I’m wearing, ’cause I don’t own any leather.

5. The strangest person/character I’ve had lewd thoughts about was actually so forgettable, I can’t really think of any.

6. My favorite color these days is purple because it’s been my favorite color all my life.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to an evening home with the kids, tomorrow my plans include two (!) gigs and Sunday, I want to just relax!

I’ve Put In a Bid

I placed an absentee bid on that painting. Why? I’ll tell you. Last year, at this same guy’s auction, I found a French dry sink with a marble top that I really liked. Susan’s been keen on dry sinks for some time. Since we don’t have a big enough bathroom for a hamper, we put dirty clothes in a basket at the top of the stairs. I’d rather we had some piece of furniture that would hide the clothes, but haven’t yet found a piece the right size and quality. The dry sink would’ve worked just fine. The estimate was $500 – $800: too rich for my wallet. The selling price? $172. Now that’s in my budget. With that little bit of experience, I decided I’d put a sort-of “low ball” offer on the painting. I’m thinking of it this way: if it sells for an amount equal to (or less than) my offer, and I didn’t put a bid in, I’d be kicking myself in the pants. Now, I feel covered. If I win it, I win it for a price that I would consider a good deal, possibly even a bargain (depending on where it ends). If it goes over that, well, then it just wasn’t meant to be.

Weekend Wrap Up

My weekend started rather early. I left the office at noon on Friday. My Friday night gig started at 4pm, and I needed time to get my drums out of my car, and get them into Quick’s van. (We all car-pooled down to save gas.) The Jazz gig went until 7pm, and the crowd seemed to appreciate us. Hans, the German drummer who sat in last time we played this venue, was there again, as well as some other “regulars” I remembered from the last time we played there. After the gig, we stopped at Moody’s for supper. Hot turkey sandwich for me! Unfortunately for Susan, the cream puffs were sold out, so I wasn’t able to snag her one.

Saturday morning came along, and I whipped up some blueberry pancakes for everyone. Then we took a walk downtown; the boys and I went to Pirate Days, and Julia and Susan did some shopping on Main Street. In the afternoon, I took a nap before my gig. Here’s where things get funky. I was supposed to play Saturday night in Bar Harbor. (For those of you in Canada or California, Bar Harbor is 2 or 3 hours away, depending on traffic.) Blind Albert wasn’t able to make it, so he found a substitute. I figured “Hey, maybe I should get a sub too!” It was ok with the bass player, so I made arrangements to have the drummer who played Friday night at that club play Saturday too. So instead of playing in Bar Harbor, I played right here in Rockland, and I was all done at 8pm. I went to the grocery store to secure some flowers. As I pulled in the driveway, I shut the car off, and coasted in. I figured I really surprise Susan. Well, what a surprise it was, since she’d already gone to bed! Rather than just walk into the bedroom, possibly inciting a heart attack, I called softly from the bottom of the stairs. She was, of course, happy to see me, and mentioned that she thought perhaps I had something up my sleeve. Apparently, I’d been acting a little strange.

On Sunday morning, I made breakfast for everyone again: sausage, eggs, toast. Then off to church. We had lunch at Mom’s as usual. In the afternoon, I took a quick 1/2 hour nap or so, and hung out with Susan a little. Then back to church in the evening, and to Subaway to purchase a sandwich for Susan and Julia afterwards. Then off to bed, after a little Olympic volleyball action.