I took this picture when I got home from Nana Sitting this evening. This guy was just hanging out in the slightly too long grass.
I think it’s a rabbit, but I’ve been watching a lot of Marvel movies lately so maybe it’s a raccoon? I’m not sure. What would Thor say?
Game on!
Today was a big opening day for this year’s 50/90 idiocy. At midnight I kicked off the first song idea. Hooray! I don’t know if I’ve ever stayed up until midnight for one of these before but now I have.
As bed time on day one approaches a quick look at the Trello board shows me five songs underway. All have drums and bass and the full song form. Two have rhythm guitars. Crazy! That’s a lot to get done on the first day. It totally helps when day one is a Sunday and you are trapped at your parents’ house and can’t leave and can’t do pretty much anything else.
Day two tomorrow will hopefully give us the rhythm guitar parts for the other three songs and maybe a new song idea or two. And maybe if time allows… a lyric or two? That’s just crazy talk.
50 songs in 90 days.
Game on!
Did I mention that when I went to the mall for the eye doctor’s appointment at Lens Crafters yesterday that I think I pulled my hamstring? I was just strolling along down the mall walkway and something pulled in my left calf and holy crap did it hurt. I was limping for the rest of the day.
31-32 hours later, it still hurts a little. Its nowhere near as bad as it was and I’m not really limping the way I was. Still… That happened, and also that sucked.
I guess that’s the karmic price I have to pay for going back into society again. I blame Covid-19, of course. I could blame Covid-19 for pretty much anything these days though. Jerk.
I’m still at my mother’s house. I expect to be here for another hour to an hour and a half or so. Harry won’t be home until late tonight too, so I am pretty much missing out on hanging out with him for the weekend. It’s like Mega-Maid. It’s gone from suck to blow. Insert sad “I miss my family” face here.
I started watching Loki again to try to make me feel better about being such a jerk. It’s not really helping, but I guess I’ll get back to it.
We’ve had pouring rain for about 40 days and 40 nights around here and most towns have axed their Fourth of July fireworks for the second year in a row. Well, postponed them at least, maybe not cancelled completely. You know what I mean.
I thought I’d make up for it with this Independence Day memory of Boston fireworks from 2006. Mostly because these pics are among the oldest on my Flickr account and therefore super easy to find. It’s the thought that counts though, right? I’m just trying to capture the spirit of the thing, you know*?
Festive, eh? Hooray for the USA! Ooooo. Ahhhhh.
*Yes, thats a reference to the hockey reporter in the movie Slapshot. I should watch that movie again soon.
Happy Fourth of July, everyone. Happy birthday to the USA.
Now can we remove the filibuster, pass the voting rights act, add Washington, DC and Puerto Rico as states, fix the damage done to the Supreme Court, and prosecute the fascists responsible for the January 6th assault on the Capital?
What was the point of winning the Senate and the White House if we were just going to shove our heads up our asses and accomplish nothing?
When the clock struck midnight on July 4th I opened up my MacBook and launched GarageBand and noodled out the first idea. At the time I was awake and feeling all right. Now, 25 minutes later, I can’t keep my eyes open. I also have a two and a half minute long bass and drum track.
Game on, folks!
For about an hour there it was as bad as the Nana Sitting situation has ever been. It’s calming down now. She went from watching the Sox and eating ice cream to what she described as the worst pain she’s ever felt. I had already given her all the pain meds I am allowed to give. She went to the bathroom a little while ago, which in and of itself felt miraculous as a few minutes before she was unable to sit at all, and I think she fell asleep. I just called out to her to make sure she was okay and I’m pretty sure I startled her awake. She just walked into the bedroom. I can’t see her at the moment but hopefully she’s trying to lay down. Fingers crossed she’s able to sleep through this one.
Remember when I said things seemed okay tonight?
Yeah right. No fucking way, fat boy. No fucking way.
My Nana Sitting shift has begun. The doors are alarmed and the pills have been distributed. She’s okay right now, she’s dishing out some ice cream for herself, but I know pain is a bit of an issue.
I was planning on putting the Red Sox game on with the volume down and then streaming something on my laptop through headphones but the USA Network is running a slew of Marvel movies. Harry, Jen, and I watched Antman this afternoon (on Disney+, not USA). When I got here Age of Ultron was on and now Captain America Civil War is on. Okay, so it’s a Marvel night. That works for me.
50/90 starts in under four hours. I had this idea to write a series of songs that have all of the verses and choruses written as haikus. Anything to force a little creativity, right?
Okay, I’m going to sign off and watch some super heroes and be sad that I am not at home. Until next time (which, knowing how Nana Sitting goes will probably be three or four more times before I go to sleep).
I bought two pairs of glasses today. One pair of progressives for general use and one pair of intermediate distance for use while sitting at the computer.
Neither of the frames are in this photo.
Inside the Red Head's Head 