I just updated the Waze app with my new work address. Do I really have a morning commute today? This is so weird. 15 months ago not having a commute was the weirdest thing ever. Now it’s the opposite.
Wish me luck, everyone. Traffic nightmare ahead.
Month: June 2021
Game One – Second Intermission
I watched the first period. I didn’t watch the second, and I’ll likely sleep through the third.
After two periods the Lightning are up 2-1. Having the lead is good, but it’s too close for me. Having a 15 goal lead would be better.
Hang on, Tampa Bay.
What’s in the Box
What’s in the box? Come on, what’s in the box?
I’ll tell ya… it’s the start of my desk… as in… my desk in the office. The bag on top of the box has my computer inside.
I’m going to the office tomorrow… to like…. Work.
The last time I worked in the office was 472 days ago.
I seriously do not want to go.
Game One – First Intermission
I promise I am not going to give score updates after each period throughout this Stanley Cup Final series.
I am probably going to do it a lot though. I really, really want Montreal to lose.
In case you didn’t catch that, I really, really want Montreal to lose.
Game one, one period is in the books, and the Lightning lead 1-0. So far so good.
Game On – Game One
Game one of the Stanley Cup Final is underway. It’s time. Time to end the reign of evil. Time for Tampa Bay to start putting Montreal away.
It’s a best of seven series. Anything less than a Tampa Bay sweep is flirting with danger. Beat them soundly, Lightning. The world is counting on you.
What Should We Talk About?
My lunch break is ending and I haven’t thought of anything to talk about.
It’s hot. There’s that. It’s not as hot as it is out Oregon way and the Pacific Northwest, but it’s hot. It’s 94 degrees here in Tewksbury, MA right now. We might get another degree or so, but it’s about as hot as it’s going to get today. The heat index, whatever that is, says it could feel about 10 degrees hotter than it is. The forecast for Portland, OR calls for afternoon temps around 113. It’s still June. Summer isn’t even 10 days old and already Portland is looking at 113 degrees. Nothing to see here. Please disburse. Nothing to see here.
I just took out the trash and the recycling. We have security alarms on the doors because my mother went wandering at the crack of dawn recently and snuck out silently enough that she didn’t wake anyone. So now the doors make noise when we open them. At night they make tremendous noise a la a rock band in a stadium volume level noise. I took four trips to bring everything out and didn’t want to keep setting off the quieter, daytime noise so I just left the door open… and now there’s a fly in here with me. Sonofabitch.
Hold it a second, I have to give mother her 2:00 pills. Be right back………
Okay, I am back. It’s 2:00 so I have to get back to work. I was trying to think of what to write about and didn’t come up with much. Here were the rejected topics, all of which might come up again later. Should I call Mike the Bass Player and ask if he’s going to be around this weekend so that I can pick up my amp and my little pedal board, both of which have been in his cellar waiting for a band practice since the first day of February 2020? Should I finally shut up about it and bring that guitar and that amp over to Guitar Center in Nashua and trade them in? On Saturday, maybe? Should I try again to make an eye doctor’s appointment for this weekend? We tried last weekend and their online appointment scheduler was down. Ugh.
Okay. Back to work, you. You have code to patch!
The Last June Song (Probably)
50/90 starts next weekend so I probably shouldn’t be using up new song ideas now. Oh well.
Written on Saturday, recorded on Saturday and Sunday, and mixed before work on Monday. Not a bad little weekend tune.
Sort of a New Song, Kind Of
I think I already wrote a bit about this. The first song I worked on this month was based on a guitar riff I came up with back in May. On the day I recorded the vocals I started work on another song and, accidentally and totally without realizing it, used almost exactly the same guitar riff. It was slower by quite a bit, but for the most part it was the same thing.
Oops.
Now the question is, which song is better? Here’s Part One:
Now here is Part Two:
I am leaning toward part two, but that might just be because I’ve been listening to it all day.
Sunday Nana Sitting
My mother doesn’t have dementia, but she does have memory issues left over from the brain tumor she had about 10 years ago.
I got here a little after 6:30. I asked her if she had eaten dinner. She had not. I asked her if she wanted anything. She said she didn’t know. Did she want me to order something? No. Did she want me to make her something? No. She said that she had a big lunch and maybe she didn’t want anything at all. Okay. She takes a lot of meds at 8:00 so I suggested maybe she should have a Boost (it’s like an energy drink geared toward seniors) with her pills. She said that was a good idea.
10 minutes later she was in the kitchen making herself a sandwich. It wasn’t that she changed her mind. It wasn’t that she ignored our little discussion. From her point of view our chat never happened.
Every time I come here I have to tell her how old I am, how old Jen is, how old Harry and Bellana are, where I am going to sleep, that I am going to be working, where I work, how long I’ve been working there, which sibling will be relieving me, which sibling was here the night before.
She doesn’t forget everything. A few examples: She knows who I am married to, she knows who my step kids are, she knows they are going to the same college (or they will be shortly), she knows which channel the Game Show Network and NESN are on. She knows Dad is in the hospital and she knows what’s wrong with him.
I don’t know why I am writing all of this out. It’s stressful and it’s sad, but it doesn’t really add to the difficulty of the situation. It’s just part of how things go. I don’t know. I might delete this later. I don’t know.
She’s complaining about pain tonight but it’s not too bad yet. She’s been up and around and she hasn’t seemed tired, but she just turned off her bedroom light. Maybe she’ll get some sleep. I’m pretty tired, but I am planning on staying awake for a while. TBS is showing Marvel movies. Captain Marvel is on right now. Rick and Morty is hovering out there at 11:00. I already looked up what channel Comcast runs the Cartoon Network on.
Well, I spoke too soon. She just got up again. It’s leg pain tonight. Probably arthritis. It might be a tough night.
Jen Said I did Good
The secret seems to be to get the veggies just about to the point where they are about to burn. I think. I mean, it’s not like I actually know what I’m doing or anything.
Remember that scene in Goblet of Fire when Neville has been at the dance all night, cutting the rug like crazy and he’s all like, can you believe it? It’s me? That’s exactly how I feel when I eat quinoa. Me?
Inside the Red Head's Head 