Imagine, it is kinda late on a Friday night and three middle age white guys sit around a table in a local sports bar. Over the speakers starts to play the now familiar sound of Daft Punks’ Get Lucky. I’ll admit not the most appropriate lyrics but a catchy tune.
“Hey I karaoked this the other night”, one of the men says and begins to sing the intro. He gets to the chorus. “No you are butchering it”, one of the other men interrupts. “It goes like this.” “She’s up all night ’til the sun I’m up all night to get some She’s up all night for good fun I’m up all night to get lucky”
Corrected, the two of them belt out the chorus. At this point, the third man begins vigorously chair dancing. After about a minute of this, the group notices that the three twenty something women who were sitting at the bar. Got up quickly and left the building. I think the term fled might be most accurate.
Recently life has been beset but what are a mostly comical series of disasters.
The man gets his money
The day I went to go see the Peter Frampton concert, I opened the mailbox to a very large envelope in the mail. Along the return address were the words so many American fear, Internal Revenue Service. With more anger than fear I ripped open the envelope. Hadn’t they taken enough? They clearly didn’t think so. I had a bill for more money. I didn’t have time that day to check to see if their calculations were correct. I did go through my records later and realize they were probably right. After a short consultation with a nice woman from the IRS I realized I would have to pay.. Grrr
Never look a gift horse in the worn out gasket
You all remember the free clothes washer I got a month or so back. After my fifth or sixth load I walked into the small utility room the put the clothes in the dryer and promptly slid across the floor. The floor was covered in about a glasses worth of water. I turned off the water to the washer and mopped up the floor. I checked and it looked liked one of the ancient hoses was leaking a little. About a week or so later I finally bought some new hoses and installed them. I put a load of laundry in and I waited in the utility room as the washer did it’s job. I am alarmed to here a splashing sound as water starts leaking out of the bottom of the washer. I turn the water off at the hoses and start trying to figure out what is wrong with the thing. It eventually stops leaking and I manage to get the washer through the cycle. Checking online it sounds like I might have a bad agitator gasket. I am not going to pay someone to fix a twenty year old washer I got for free. So I’ve begun the process of taking apart the washer myself if I can see what is wrong with it.
Who needs level pictures anyway
I have been wanting to get some shots with my camera trying out a new idea of mine. For this I wanted to have the camera on my tripod. I went outside and pulled the lever to release one of the legs. Oh it released alright. It fell right out of the socket and clattered to the ground. I couldn’t believe it. I tried to fit the leg back into the socket when another leg fell off. Finally the middle piece dislodged and bits of broken plastic cascaded to the cement. Seeing as I was standing about ten feet from a dumpster I picked up the mess and tossed it in.
You get what you pay for lesson 3
I needed to put a new item on my wall so I had to drill a few pilot holes for the drywall anchors. I dragged out my old cordless drill. Being me I had purchased the cheapest one on offer a few years ago. I plugged the battery into the charger and was greeted by the familiar red light indicating charging. I went off to do some stuff while it charged. Upon my return I was met with the smell of burning electronics and the charging light was dead. The wall charger almost burned my hand when I yanked it out of the wall to stop a fire from starting. Needless to say the battery was not charged and the drill is useless. I never liked that drill anyway.
TMI WARNING you probably don’t want to read this!.. who knew cats could get constipated.
I had noticed that my fuzzy little ball of annoyance seemed to be more unhappy than usual. Also I watched him several times try to use the litter box without success. I planned to take him to the vet the next day. I didn’t need to. I was met the next morning with a nice pile of cat poop.. .in the middle of the living room. My worries that he would stop using his box were unfounded as he spent the next couple of weeks happily regular. But that didn’t last. He was exhibiting the same signs as before. I called the vet and got some advice on what I could do. I came home from work and again could stop worrying. This time the giant poop pile was in the bed. I warned you not to read this 🙂 If you want to know what advice I got it was to start feeding him some canned gooshy food and had a tablespoon or two of pumpkin to it. He loves his new dinners and eats up all the pumpkin. Important warning:make sure to buy plain canned pumpkin NOT the stuff for pumpkin pie. Cats cannot digest sugar and it quickly will cause feline diabetes. Note I am not a veterinarian and you should not do anything I’ve said. I wonder how many posts on blogger have “constipated cat” as a label? No I am not going to check.
Yeah yeah I know it is sunday. I first had this soup from a local cafeteria. I loved it so much I had to try and make it at home. Made at home with fresh ingredients, I can tell you it is even better.
2 tomatoes can and have used roma tomatoes then you need 6-8 depending on size
1 yellow onion
1 red pepper
1/2 to 1 cup grated Gouda cheese
salt and pepper
and a little olive oil
Chop the tomatoes and onion into largish same sized chunks. Deseed and also chop up the red pepper. Put into a bowl and lightly coat with olive oil. Place the veggies on a cooking sheet and place it in an oven at 350 for about fifteen minutes. You want the peppers to actually get a little brown.
There are two ways to puree this mixture. You want to do it while the veggies are still hot so the cheese melts. The first option is to put the veggies in a pot and use a stick blender. Or if you have a nice thick glass blender like I have you can just dump it in there. While it’s blending slowly at the cheese. This will make a mess since the cheese sticks to things. A delicious gooey cheesy mess. I admit it is kinda of a pain to clean everything afterwards. Just blend it to your preferred consistency. I like mine to still have chunks of onion and pepper in it. Like usual I have no pictures of the finished product. Why? Well, it is so good that I just stood in the kitchen and started eating it out of the pot.
Are you all getting sick of these introspective posts? I know I am, but I just don’t have much else to write about right now. I guess I could finally write about my trip to London and Paris. Someday I promise to write those and show off my crooked pictures. I commented to an online friend, hello Chris Foley, that my life is currently on hold. The circumstances causing this are largely out of my control. The conversation got me thinking. What do I mean life was on hold? How on hold is it? And even during this time what can I do to move forward as a person? Thus follows some nonsensical musings.
What do I mean life is on hold?
Do to health, personal, and financial situations a lot of options in life are currently not possible. It would be unwise to move to a new city or get a new job. Not that I want a new job I like mine. My dream of expating to another country just isn’t possible right now. (note: expating is not a word according to the dictionary, but seriously expatriating sounds so pretentious) Basically, in large life decision needs to be deferred until these situations resolve.
How on hold is it?
Not nearly as much as I make out. I like to use this as an excuse to be lazy. Anybody who knows me IRL knows that I am generally pretty lazy and always like to take the easy way out. There are still legitimate limitations. I had to stop jogging because it aggravated my health issue. I can’t take a long vacation.
What can I do to move forward as a person?
I need to think about what I am moving forward toward. The first question is what type of person do I want to be? Once I have determined that I can consider what type of life that person will live. Here is where I list all the juicy details of what type of person I want to be and what steps I am going to take while “on hold” to get there. Sorry. I am going to keep most of that private. I will give you a few snippets I want to be the kind of person who is:
outgoing friendly and accepting
expresses himself artistically at times
can be counted on (sometimes) to get things done
A few things I can do beginning now to help achieve my goals
wake up earlier
take more pictures
read books and blogs that will help with professional development
I originally had the idea for a blog titled “that was the week”. OK I totally admit to stealing that title from Keith Eckstein who used to do weekly roundups on his old blog A Taste of Garlic. On an unrelated note to this post Keith has a new blog about his new life over at http://www.huelgoatdiary.com/. Anyway, I planned the post to be about what happened to me during the week. Seeing how boring my life is I decided to just talk about what I really wanted to talk about.
That was the Year
Almost a year ago to the day my Dad took his first of several trips to the hospital. Thus began a eight month saga. During this time he made several trips to the ICU and spent his time in an assisted living facility (ie nursing home). I prayed. I hoped. I kept the phone with me always and tried to be prepared to hear the worst news. If a weekend went by and I couldn’t get up to see him I felt worried. Thankfully he is back home now.
About this time last year my own health problems started. I postponed going to the doctor for months as the situation with my Dad developed. I finally did go to the doctor and got a diagnoses. While annoying in that it takes a long time to cure, it is not life threatening and trust me I had all sorts of horrible diseases going through my head. Funny enough not the one I was diagnosed with. I had never even knew it was thing.
Early in the year mine and my Dad’s health problems conspired to give me a horrible case of insomnia. It lasted for months. For three or four days I would get about 4 hours of sleep and then finally my body couldn’t take it anymore and I would crash for several hours. I spent most lunch hours curled under my desk napping just to make it through the day. This insomnia was a very odd one. I would go to bed and fall right asleep but wake up three or so hours later. I was awake but things weren’t right. I just lay in bed with my mind just spinning like a train on greased tracks. I remember that during march madness my mind would be playing basketball games in my head. The insomnia ended suddenly. It stopped after the first time I went home and saw my Dad back at home where he belongs.
All in all, it has probably been the worst twelve months of my life. I am not saying this to get pity or have people feel bad for me. I am not really down about it. It isn’t really in my personality to get depressed about things. That only makes them worse. I am more hopeful than I am down about what has happened. It is what it is. It’s life. You move forward when you can. We have not been promised easy lives. Anyone who tells you life can be easy is trying to sell you something.
Oh and just for fun, I got a letter form the IRS a week ago saying I owe them $1400.
From the attendee standpoint RiverEdge Park provides a good listening experience. I don’t know the capacity of the park but it seemed to hold a good amount of people. As I mentioned in the previous post about the concert, the park doesn’t have seating you either have to bring your own chair or blanket. The place is really divided into two sections. A large area near the stage is separated from another large grassy area farther back. We sat in the grass back area. As you can see from the picture the stage is pretty far away. From a see the performance perspective there is a lot to be desired. The sound on the other hand was excellent. They have a lot of good quality speakers placed around the venue. So even if you end up way back you can enjoy the show.
I am intrigued how the performers perceived the venue. How much audience reaction could the get? A lot of people pressed near the stage. The performers seemed to do a lot o interacting with them so maybe the interaction level was fine. But anything we screamed or yelled just go lost into all that open air.
Sonny Landreth the best guitarist you’ve never heard of
I had never heard of Sonny Landreth until I decided to go to this concert. He provided the opening act and played for about thirty minutes. That man can rock. I didn’t know any of the songs but he played with a lot of energy and got the crowd ready for the night. After the concert I looked up some of his music on spotify. I hate to admit but his recorded stuff did not have the pure energy of the live performance. If you get a chance to see Sonny Landreth live I highly recommend it.
An 87 year old diabetic blues player flirts with young women
The main reason I wanted to go to this concert was to see B.B. King. I had heard that his latest performances hadn’t been very good. I mean the man is 87. Having been a fan of his almost all my life I knew I wanted to see him before he is gone. His band of about eight guys opened up with a several minute long instrumental that got the place jumping. With much fanfare they announced the arrival of the man himself. About five minutes later B.B. King had managed to make it onto the stage and into his seat. Over the next hour I think he might have performed four songs. Except for the last song I don’t even remember what ones he performed. He spent most of the time rambling to the front row. For the final song he brought on Peter Frampton to help. Thus began an at least twenty minute long rendition of The Thrill is Gone. BB played the guitar a bit and belted out the chorus about four times. He spent most of the twenty minutes hitting on the women in the front. He joked to the boyfriends that he had a knife. At the end of the twenty minutes he waddled off.
Now reading this it probably sounds like a horrible performance. I loved it. BB was very entertaining and self effacing throughout. He had me laughing many times. I think he realizes he can’t really play or sing the way he used to so he has found another way to entertain the audience.
Peter Frampton sings the 3 of his songs you actually know
Peter Frampton closed out the night with a long performance. He started a little flat to me. The first three or four songs I had never heard before and couldn’t really get into them. He then did Show Me the Way and the place went nuts. The show picked up from then. As part of it being called Guitar Circus, Peter includes two other guitar artists in his performance. The first guest guitarist was Larry Carlton. I had never heard of Larry Carlton either. The two of them jammed out for a couple of songs. Peter then brought out his son to provide some vocals. I assume Peter can’t hit some of those notes anymore. They performed the other two Frampton songs you’ve heard, Baby I love your way and Do you feel like we do. It was time for the second guest guitarist and it was Rick Nielsen of Cheap Trick. They rocked a version of Surrender. Another high point was a great instrumental version of Black Hole Sun with the vocals being provided by Frampton’s guitar.
Overall it was a great night. The night ended as it should have, we got lost on the way home.
Just witnessed something interesting. A multi use path runs near my house. People walk their dogs, jog, and a lot of bikers use it. Out for a walk this morning I notice that a group of 4 or 5 people are just stopped in the path having a conversation. They weren’t being totally obnoxious but they were blocking some of the path. I thought, this is gonna be good. We get some of those serious cyclists who think they are in the Tour De France. And as is widely known cyclists can be some of the most self centered jerks when on their bikes. I imagined we would soon see the clash of the jerks.
Shortly after I passed them it happened. I heard a commotion and turned to see a cyclist and one of the people screaming at each other. I just laughed and was happy no one got hurt.
I did think it odd that the one yelling an cursing the loudest was the man standing on the path. He was the one in the wrong. The cyclist had every right to ride down the path. I wonder if he reacted so angrily because he knew he was in the wrong or was he really so self delusional not to know. I imagine him sitting in his house right now realizing he was the one wrong in the situation.
Prolific crime writer Elmore Leonard died today. I haven’t really read him if I recall correctly but I do like his ten rules for writing:
1. Never open a book with weather. 2. Avoid prologues. 3. Never use a verb other than “said” to carry dialogue. 4. Never use an adverb to modify the verb “said.” 5. Keep your exclamation points under control. 6. Never use the words “suddenly” or “all hell broke loose.” 7. Use regional dialect, patois, sparingly. 8. Avoid detailed descriptions of characters. 9. Don’t go into great detail describing places and things. 10. Try to leave out the part that readers tend to skip.