Yesterday I wrote a post trying to guilt myself into working on new music today.
It worked.
One new song, complete with double tracked rhythm guitars.
Also, today’s photo a day is done. All before starting the work day. Not bad for a guilt trip.
I had to think about this one a bit. Do I have any grudges? A younger version of me was a grudge holding maniac. I could hold a grudge on anyone for anything for any amount of time. I was basically a pro.
Now? Today? I can’t think of anything. Well… I guess I hold a grudge against the New York Yankees and Bucky Dent, but those don’t really count because they are Yankees, right? No, now I think I follow the words of the great Roger Murtaugh when I say I’m too old for this shit.
So yeah, no… I don’t think I am holding any grudges anymore. They take up too much energy. It’s better to just let that crap go and move on with your life. Mental health is important and holding grudges with people who don’t really matter to you over things that are not really important is just bad for you.
Be like that cartoon lady from Frozen and let it go.
Two dumb movie references in one daily writing prompt post. I am out of control, babie!
It’s September 6th. I have blown off the bulk of the first week of the last month of the 50 songs in 90 days challenge. Like a putz. I have worked on one eight bar riff this month. Like a jerk.
Tomorrow. You heard me. Tomorrow I start pushing things again. Tomorrow I will make progress. I will work any ideas that aren’t in song form yet into a song form. I will add new riffs and chord change ideas and work them into songs. I will, hopefully, record some rhythm guitar tracks. I will also write some lyrics and some melodies so that I can do a full on onslaught of car music this weekend.
Progress will be made, Robert! Progress will be made!
And that, kids, is Robert trying to use his blog to guilt himself into working on the music challenge. Yeah, that’s what this is. Bring it on.
I just had a couple of back to back meetings that I was sort of dreading. They are regular occurrences but I never feel comfortable handling them. I can do it, no problem… it’s just that I don’t enjoy the process much. It stresses me out in a major way. It probably shouldn’t, but it does.
The good news is that the meetings are over and I can breath a sigh of relief. Now if only I didn’t have to make up the time I was late from being stuck in traffic this morning.
Frustration! Really looking forward to going home and not working in the office again until next week. It’s crazy how therapeutic working from home can be sometimes. Even when the job is stressful, working from home is just less stressful somehow. Ugh, what a crazy post-Covid world this has become, right?
Today’s haiku for you follows a theme for posts this morning. Namely, traffic jams suck.
Traffic nightmare day.
Work from home, reduces stress.
Why do we commute?
40 mile drive today took about 130 minutes. Yeah, that fucking makes sense. Must have been the first day back in the office after Labor Day. Gridlock nightmare from hell, right on fucking queue. Suffice to say if I were working from home today I would not have wasted over two hours of my life sitting in fucking traffic.
The furthest I’ve ever been from home is San Diego, CA. Completely on the other side of the continent. A place where the ocean is west instead of east. It feels weird.
We went on our honeymoon in 2009 and have returned a couple of times since then. We had plans to go back this year but they have been scrapped in favor of other ideas. We will get back there one of these days.
I can say in all honesty that if ever I had a reason or a need or a desire to move away from Greater Boston, San Diego would be my first choice for a new home. I had no idea on that first trip that I would love it as much as I do.
I took a pic of Lily too but it was a little too blurry to keep, so it’s just Robin this time.
I hate to do it, but I think I have to. Crud.
Jen came up with a recipe for cooking broccoli in the air fryer. It is fantastic. Bordering on magic. We were making it regularly as a side dish along with chicken and potatoes. I had a couple of bad experiences that I chalked up to eating too much too fast, which is always the cause of my stomach problems. Over the last couple of months I have been dishing out a tiny amount of broccoli when we have it but I generally haven’t eaten it. I had been saving it for last and I was always full before I got to it.
Tonight I flipped the script. I have been instructed by the weight loss surgery clinic to always eat sources of protein first, so I eat all of the chicken on my plate first. I did that tonight. Normally I go for the potatoes next because something about having weight loss surgery has trigged my inner Irish stereotype so I always go straight for the potatoes. Tonight I went for the broccoli first and saved the potatoes for last. Now I am dealing with a blocked up stomach and a mild case of the foamies. Crud.
I can’t say for sure but I think this might be three consecutive broccoli meals that ended in foamies. All of which were trigged by the magical, delicious, wonderful broccoli side dish. Crud. I think I have to stop eating it all together. My stomach can handle it without trouble, but I can’t seem to keep the bite sizes small enough, or I can’t seem to chew it into oblivion enough, or I just go too fast. Whatever it is, it is definitely a trend. Crud.
Broccoli has always been my favorite vegetable. Maybe I’ll go back to counting chews and using a stop watch to make myself pause between bites. That used to work when I was much more sensitive than I am now. We’ll see. For now, here’s hoping the foamies pass quickly. Good luck, Robbie.
ADDENDUM: I had my last bite of broccoli at 7:15pm. It’s 9:19pm now and my stomach is still blocked up and I am still spitting up foamie saliva. Grrrrr. Wasn’t it like a week ago when I wrote a post about blocked stomachs generally clearing up in around an hour or so? Didn’t I write about two hours being unusual? Why does my stomach have to be a dick to me tonight? Broccoli is officially on the boycotted food list, right next to cod and anything with more than a couple of grams of sugar. Broccoli is a total jerk face.
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