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My Ideal Home

Daily writing prompt
What does your ideal home look like?
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There are two answers to this question.

The first answer is the honest, real answer. My ideal home is the home I have today. Why? Because Jen is here with me. In my eyes, and in my heart, my ideal home is where ever she and I are together. Simple. Perfect.

The second answer is the fantasy, you-just-hit-the-lottery kind of answer. Huge kitchen, huge master bedroom, big bedrooms for both kids and a couple of extra guest bedrooms, an in-law apartment, a huge ass recording studio with all the best toys and all the best bells and whistles, office spaces for me and Jen, a big game room/lounge space, a huge yard with a screened in gazebo, a pool/jacuzzi area, a big library/den space, a theater room, and all of that awesome rich people shit that we would likely never use. You know, the fantasy house.

I don’t need the fantasy house because I already have the real ideal house. Jen and I are here together and that’s all I want. That’s the difference between a house and a home to me. We have a home.

Prep

I mentioned in yesterday’s daily writing prompt post… I think it was yesterday’s at least… that I’ve been writing pointless blog posts for about 17 years. I did something today that I have never, in all that time, done before. It has to do with my dumb haikus for you’s thing.

I have a new note on my iPhone where I have already written tomorrow’s haiku for you.

I did prep work. Really. I feel so gross. Like, this page is supposed to be spontaneous brain droppings, right? Where do I get off doing prep work?

Whatever. Anyway…

I have a couple of tasks for work that I wanted to crank out this weekend. It’s 7:11pm on the final day of this glorious three day weekend and I haven’t even started them yet. What the hell is wrong with me?

I had a bad case of what my mother used to call “the hungry horrors” after lunch today. I feel like I had a full days worth of between meal snacks in the space of about 30 minutes. It turned me into a giant gas bomb that’s ready to burst at any moment. It wasn’t bad enough to ruin dinner (I didn’t eat anything for four hours prior to dinner) but it’s left me uncomfortable and distracted. Blah. I have to push through and get that work done before I go to sleep tonight. Moron.

Okay, time for Robert to buckle down.

Tears of Joy

Daily writing prompt
What brings a tear of joy to your eye?
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What brings a tear to my eye indeed? Here is a list of a few candidates…

  • MAGA candidates losing elections, then getting charged with crimes when they try to overturn the legitimate elections they falsely claim were stolen from them. As joyous as those charges are, they really need to turn into actual convictions. Those are going to be worthy of two tears of joy, let me tell you that for nothing.
  • That moment when you’re recording some music and you get through a whole take without screwing up. Major tear of joy moment.
  • That moment when a new Jedi successfully uses The Force for the first time. Three episodes into Ahsoka, I’m looking at you, Sabine. Show us what you (probably don’t) got, kid.
  • That moment when you finally get that mosquito that’s been buzzing past your ears for the last hour. Squish, babie.
  • You’ve closed all three rings on your Apple Watch Activity App, you’ve hit your water goal for the day, and you’ve hit your protein goal for the day. All of your health goals are complete and you can stop thinking about it until tomorrow. Total tear of joy moment.
  • Photographs with blurry backgrounds. Pardon me while I wipe away that tear of joy.
  • Not to double back on Star Wars, but I love you. I know.
  • Not to double back on Star Wars yet again, but that moment where the proton torpedos drop into the exhaust vent. Yeah… that’s the stuff right there.

Yeah, this was a really bad question. Hashtag sarcasm all over this sucker.

No Road Trip

We were going to drive to Vermont and visit the kids but my stomach is off a little today and a 3-4 hour drive while in this state is not a good idea. We’ll try again another day.

As I sit and wait for my stomach to calm down after my lunch’s french fries I have been watching Doctor Who like it’s going out of style. I finished season seven of the original show and I am down to the last couple of episodes of season 12 of the new show. Right now I am taking a pause from the Doc to deal with some gear acquisition syndrome.

I mentioned my little Nikon point and shoot camera (Coolpix S7000) is on the fritz. I want to replace it with another pocket sized point and shoot but the research I’ve done online is staggeringly depressing. The one camera that I keep looking at, to the point of almost drooling over, is a Ricoch GRIII. It looks like the pocket sized point and shoot of the gods. Feature wise it looks as good as my Nikon Z5 mirrorless, outside of the ability to swap lenses though.

Unfortunately this little bugger costs almost as much as my Z5. It costs a friggin’ fortune at nearly a grand in US dollars. WAY too expensive for what I am looking for. Way too expensive by light years. Every other manufacturers competitor is even more expensive too, and also a little bigger which defeats the purpose.

There is no way I would spend this much money on a pocket point and shoot, but holy shit snacks kids do I want one of these suckers. Woah is me, right?

Labor Day Weekend: Saturday Recap

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.

Daily (stupid) Haiku for You #17

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.

I’ve Ruined Their Lives

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.

Interview Someone: Nope

Daily writing prompt
Interview someone — a friend, another blogger, your mother, the mailman — and write a post based on their responses.
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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.