Today’s daily haiku for you is inspired by our thinking about going on a road trip for the second day in a row.
Taking a road trip.
A spur of the moment thing.
Where are we going?
Today’s daily haiku for you is inspired by our thinking about going on a road trip for the second day in a row.
Taking a road trip.
A spur of the moment thing.
Where are we going?
We took a road trip up to Rochester, NH today and had lunch with Jen’s mother and step father. I went grocery shopping, cleaned the living room, cooked dinner on the grill for me and the Mrs, started song idea #40, closed all three activity rings, and watched a handful of Doctor Who episodes.
All in all, a good day.
What’s on the agenda for tomorrow? Tentative plans include getting up early and taking the cameras out for some morning golden hour shootin’. I don’t know where yet. Not even the faintest clue. After that? Play some guitar, write a few lyrics, come up with a few song ideas, pet the cats, go on another road trip maybe?
We will have to wait and see what happens, but I am willing to bet that the Sunday of Labor Day weekend, 2023 is going to be a good day.
Today’s dumb haiku for you was written while cooking dinner on the grill on the Saturday portion of Labor Day weekend where your humble narrator spent more time thinking about what is coming after the weekend ends than on the weekend itself.
Labor Day weekend.
The end of summer arrives.
That sucks monkey nuts.
Cats…
I just cleaned the living room, including sweeping and mopping the floor. The cats are so confused right now. They are utterly devastated. Miserable beyond words. I have literally ruined their tiny little lives.
Just wait until I vacuum the little area rug in front of the couch. Woah boy are they going to lose their shit.
Sorry, ladies.
There could be another reason for their misery. I’m listening to a Deep Purple live record and Glenn Hughes keeps screeching the way he used to on stage and they may just be mad about that. I can’t tell, but I am pretty sure it’s the sweeping and the mopping at the core of their displeasure.
Nope. Not playing today. This pointless bloggie is a solo venture. I don’t do interviews. Back in my college radio talk show days (91.5 WUML, Lowell) it was my co-host, DJ Dina, who did the interviews. I just drove the board and threw in the occasional comment.
We’ll try to play along again tomorrow.
It is 4:54pm. I get off work at 5:30. 36 minutes to go until the long weekend.
Do I have any plans yet? I want to do some cleaning. Jen and I might take a lunch time drive tomorrow. I want to go grocery shopping in the morning.
Anything else?
The weather is supposed to be clear all three days. There has to be some photography fun. I might get up for some ocean sunrise tomorrow. The sunrise is after 6:00am now. I can handle that. I might shoot some film at the ocean, including some black and white film. How would a sunrise look on black and white? Dreamy and cool or blah? We might find out.
I need to book a Genius Bar appointment. My iPhone’s lightning connection is failing. I need to get that fixed. They probably just need to clean it, but we’ll see. I might wait until next week for that one though.
As previously stated, there is a Disney World trip this month. It’s a short one, but it’s coming up quickly. Is it too early to write up a packing list and start planning that? Do I need to buy a bathing suit? What are the chances of Jen and me hitting the hotel pool? I don’t know. I’ve lost over 200 pounds since the last time I owned a bathing suit or a pair of shorts that could pass for a bathing suit.
In other words… I have no idea what we’re going to end up doing over this upcoming holiday weekend. All I know for sure is that it is now 4:59pm and the weekend is 31 minutes away.
I have a feeling there are going to be a lot of posts today and they are all going to be anxiously awaiting the start of the long weekend. You’ve been warned, I guess.
Holiday weekend,
Just a few hours away.
Hey clock, hurry up!
Do you believe in omens? Is this a sign of a good day to come? Is this the universe telling me that the holiday weekend is going to kick ass?
Could be.
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I’m feeling alright, mostly. It’s 5:25am, I’m about to take my morning vitamins and do my morning exercise. My stomach is feeling pretty gassy right now. That’s the only negative. I did something last night to earn it, but I’m not sure what.*
My step son is here. He got word late yesterday afternoon that his car was ready for pick up so he drove his rental car home and stayed overnight. We’ll go and pick up his car as soon as the shop opens this morning, a couple of hours from now. It’s not really a social visit, but it’s always great when he’s here even if it’s a short visit. I’ll take it.
It’s Friday and this weekend is Labor Day weekend. A couple of weeks from now we’ll have another long weekend as we travel to Disney World again. I am really looking forward to both mini-breaks. We don’t have any plans for Labor Day weekend, but it doesn’t matter. It’s going to be great no matter what we do.
The moral of the story? I’m feeling alright on this Friday, pre-dawn, morning.
*Okay, just a little comment on stomach issues. Folks have been making suggestions on what I should do to stop the issues. While I appreciate the advice, it is coming based on normal people’s normal digestive systems and that is not me anymore. The troubles I have are side effects of gastric bypass surgery. I no longer have a normal stomach or a normal intestinal tract. Hell, the post surgery literature tells me that I don’t technically have a stomach anymore. What I have is referred to as a pouch. I was told before the surgery that the issues I am having today would be the norm.
It’s not down to diet, it’s down to the physical changes. I have very strict rules for how I eat, as well as what I eat. Sure there are things that I can’t eat anymore. If I have anything with more than a couple of grams of sugar I will get seriously sick. As time goes on I will find other things that I can’t handle anymore. Every time I’ve had Cod I’ve gotten sick. I won’t have Cod anymore. When I write about having problems, such as having a lot of gas this morning, it’s not from what I ate, it’s how I ate it. I either had too much food overall, or I ate it too fast, or I didn’t chew it thoroughly enough. Things like that are what cause my stomach issues today.
So while I am very appreciative of the advice, it’s no longer applicable to me. I’m not a normal human anymore. I am Bypass Man. I am He Who Has a Pouch Instead of a Stomach Man. I am Rewired Digestive System Man. I am something different and I will be for the rest of my life. I have a lot to learn, and a lot of rules to follow, but I’ve also lost over 220 pounds in just over a year and I feel healthier than I’ve ever felt in the previous 50+ years so all of these ridiculous changes are absolutely worth it. That’s why I am feeling alright today.
This one isn’t silly or dumb or funny or anything. Just a snapshot of my state of mind. My wife is working in the office today and I am at home. Two days ago I was in the office and she was at home.
I miss her.
Office day for Jen.
Is this becoming normal?
I am missing her.