There may be time for me to play my guitar tonight. Not only that, I may have an opportunity to play through an amp at ear bleeding volume. Nice, huh?
How much do you want to bet that I’ll sit on the new couch watching television instead? I have zero motivation for anything right now. No motivation at all.
This cat 100% looks like I feel. She is absolutely my spirit animal right now.
Early morning small changes to the living room. Look at the pictures in the last post, then look at this:
We swapped the chairs, put the ottoman in place of the coffee table thing, and slid everything to the left a little. Let’s see how long this lasts. There are a couple of different things we could still try before we declare this project complete.
On a mostly unrelated topic, here’s today’s photo a day picture:
Art, babie. Art.
The living room has been slightly rearranged thanks to the new couch. I suspect we will love love love it for a few weeks and then rip it apart and change everything because that’s what crazy kids like us do.
Just for laughs, I took a panoramic pic too.
It feels a little silly to be hyping up for a vacation on the first week back after the holidays, but here we are. 18 days until we leave for Florida where the temperatures hopefully will be a ton higher than the frosty 25 degrees we’re dealing with right now.
18 days is a long way off still, but I am starting to get psyched for it. Disney 2025 part one of two.
Before (taken last night):
During:
After:
The work crew in the street pulled in front of our house (it was sewer related, not gas related as I thought) about 10 minutes before the furniture delivery truck arrived. They blocked the road, they blocked the house, they blocked everything. The furniture guys got as close as they could and handled it all swimmingly.
The only way it could have been worse is if the trash and recycle trucks showed up at the same time. I honestly think the Earth would have spun off its axis had that happened.
The upside though is that we have a new couch. We just have to rearrange the living room now. That is a project for after work though.
Five years ago today. I still haven’t really gotten over it. I’m sort of sappy that way in my fanboyness.
Neil Peart: 9/12/52 – 1/7/20
The temperature outside of my house right now is a balmy 18 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s 14 degrees below freezing for our non-US, non-English temperature unit using readers. It’s really cold. The ground is completely frozen. It’s January 7th. It’s as Winter as you can get.
At this very moment there is a work crew jack hammering the street in front of our house. They are jack hammering all over the street. I think it’s something to do with upgrading the gas lines or something like that. The city sent us a notice about it months ago and at the time we thought, why the hell are they going to start a project like that in January? What the hell are they thinking? Have they never been in Massachusetts in January before? Everything will be frozen.
So yeah, we’ve got that jack hammering thing going for us as we start our work day today. Oh yeah, we also have a furniture delivery truck scheduled to show up within the next three hours or so… and the road is being dug up…
Nice. Ugh.
My step son, Harry, will be proud of me. I just finished watching Better Call Saul. He really wanted me to watch it. He was raving about it all the time. Now I’ve watched the whole series and he can finally talk to me about it without worrying about spoilers.
FYI, it’s as good as everyone says it is. Go watch it.
Subject change. I mentioned that I bought a few new guitar pedals over the last week. I haven’t had a chance to try them out yet. I’m debating whether I want to integrate them into the board I use at home, or should I make a brand new pedal board instead. I’m leaning toward a new board. Just for a while at least. Just for schnitzengiggles.
Subject change. We have a couch delivery scheduled for this morning. The delivery window they gave me is pretty long. It extends into my work day and it overlaps two scheduled meetings. Here’s hoping we get lucky and the truck gets here early enough to not mess anything up.
Subject change. Our mouse hunting cats had a target last night. We woke up in the middle of the night to see them chasing a gross little teeny tiny rodent around. At the time, the little bastard got away. We don’t see any signs of the prick this morning, but the cats are clearly still on high alert. We live in the woods. One of the biggest rivers in New England runs smack through our town. Mice are a part of life. Still… go get the little home invading asshole, cats. Do your job. Protect your house.
Okay. Time to go start the day. That delivery truck is going to be here… eventually.
There is going to be a ton of back story to this one. You’ve been warned.
My maternal grandmother’s maiden name was Bridget Murphy. Her friends called her Bride, or Bridie. She had a bunch of kids (five, but one passed as an infant) and those kids all had kids of their own and two of those kids had a lot of kids of their own. That means I have roughly 25,000 first cousins (I exaggerate of course, but only a little). Many of us are on a Facebook Messenger chat thread together.
One of my zillion first cousins’ daughter got married this weekend. It was a destination wedding. The destination was in Ireland. Glorious! Some of my cousins have been sending photos from the trip to the Messenger thread. One of them just sent something that changed my personal mindset about visiting Ireland. How so?
I have always wanted to visit Ireland but now… now I HAVE TO VISIT IRELAND!
The photo was of a store front. The name of the store:
Bridie Murphy’s Home Bakery.
Yes, I now have to go to Ireland. I have to go to the land where Bridie Murphy’s Home Bakery exists. It is a must. It is a moral imperative. It has to happen.
Apparently the cats pried open the door to the cellar and went downstairs even though I tell them every single day that cats are not allowed in the cellar.
Man, what a couple of jerks! Bad kitties! Bad!
2.5 hours left in the work day. To reiterate the sentiment of a blog post from earlier today, I want to go home. Blah!
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