The Mighty Spicket River, looking very low as it flows through the Methuen Bird Sanctuary.
I received a notification that my eight outstanding rolls of film are at the lab. I shouldn’t expect to hear more for another week or so, but every time I’ve sent them anything I’ve had the scans within a day or two of the notification email. So maybe I’ll have eight rolls of shots available today or tomorrow? I won’t hold my breath until next week, but I will cross my fingers.
I wish this was another David Crosby memorial post* but it’s not.
Less than 48 hours after adopting Miss Robin Sparkles, we are at the vet. She had an eye infection last week and it appears to have come roaring back. Poor little kitty.
*Deja Vu is the title song from the first (and by far the greatest) Crosby Stills Nash and Young album and it was written by the late, great David Crosby.
I have visions of the jam band in the afterlife. Crosby and Paul Kantner on harmony vocals and rhythm guitars, Spencer Dryden on drums, Jerry Garcia on lead guitar, Pigpen on piano. Janis Joplin and Marty Balin singing lead. We need a bass player. Who could that be? All of the great bass players coming to mind are English. We need a San Francisco or L.A. name.
Disco is a two year old silver cat. Boogie is her daughter. She’s a 4-5 month old black cat.
Disco came home with us. Boogie needs to be spayed and clear a couple of medical checks before she can come home too.
Disco came out of the cat carrier and instantly hid under the bed. Just like Patches did 13 years ago. She was spayed yesterday so we aren’t expecting a whole lot of oomph from her today.
We will change their names, just as we did with Patches. The front runners right now are Robin and Lily though given their original names I thought Donna and Summer might be fitting.
Happy new kitty day.
We may have a new friend. Also, this friend has a five month old kitten so we might have two new friends. Nothing set in stone yet. We will let you know how it goes.
The RPM Challenge starts in 11 days and I haven’t touched my guitar in ages. I need to practice my ass off in the time remaining to get myself into playing shape. I swapped an overdrive pedal on my board today in the hopes it would trick me into playing tonight. It didn’t work.
I just read about another music guy who apparently passed away. I didn’t catch when. It wasn’t someone particularly famous, but he owned Boston’s best recoding studio, Fort Apache, and he produced some of my favorite records by some of my favorite bands, House Tornado by Throwing Muses and Surfer Rosa by The Pixies, and he managed some of my favorite bands, Belly and Juliana Hatfield. His name was Gary Smith and it sucks that he’s gone.
You get a bonus photo today because the film lab sent me a “we got your film” email!
I fought against it for as long as I could, but I just couldn’t hold it off any longer.
I shoveled the driveway. Today wasn’t the first snow of the season, but it was the first snow that needed shoveling. I didn’t want to, but I just had to.
I am happy that the first shoveling didn’t happen until the later half of January, but I am sad that it still had to happen. Maybe we’ll get lucky and it won’t happen again until after our new windows are installed next month.
Cross those fingers, kids.
