A couple hours later and Miss Lily is back for more.
Is this a sign that she likes me? Laying across my lap twice in one afternoon? Weird, right?
A couple hours later and Miss Lily is back for more.
Is this a sign that she likes me? Laying across my lap twice in one afternoon? Weird, right?
Get it?
I often find myself thinking in song titles. Sometimes it is movies or TV quotes, but often it’s song titles. It just happened to me as I read today’s prompt. King Crimson has an improvised instrumental track on the Starless and Bible Black record called “We’ll Let You Know.”*
When we figure out how to balance work and home life, we’ll let you know. When I am at work I am working. When I am at home I am not working. Does that make sense? That’s how it should be, shouldn’t it? Why is it so hard to do? Why is so much at home time spent thinking about work and so much at work time spent thinking about home? What’s the deal there, Robert?
It’s a problem, but it’s more of an existential problem as one rarely gets in the way of the other when something important comes up. In priority situations I am able to keep the two separated. It’s the quiet, non-priority moments that the mind wanders across the divide.
So like I said, if I figure it out… I’ll let you know.
*Just noting that both the guitarist and the drummer on this song had birthdays this week.
The song is an instrumental so there are no lyrics to tie into this discussion. Also, it was improvised on stage so they probably only ever played it once. There’s a moment in this when the bass and the drums lock together in one of the sickest grooves ever.
It’s about time for another hockey haiku for you, what with game six of the second round playoff series between the glorious Boston Bruins and the vile Florida Panthers happening tonight…
Will the captain play?
Will Swayman be a brick wall?
So many questions.
I feel like I answered this question recently, but could it have been a different question? Is it just a coincidence? I don’t know, and I’m too lazy to do any research on the topic at 7:07am on a Friday.
Sacrifice is a really heavy word. A sacrifice is what a soldier does when they give their life for their country. It is what you do when you give your child’s life to the fire god at the local temple. You know, serious stuff. What have I done that measures up to things like that?
I sacrificed eating sugar to the gods of weight loss. How’s that for making bariatric surgery more dramatic? Did it work? No? Oh well. It is the first thing that pops into my tiny little brain when I think of the word sacrifice. It’s not what I’d call noble or anything.
I don’t really mean to be a smart ass here. I am looking forward to reading through other people’s responses to this because many of you really are noble and deserve respect for what you’ve lived through. Don’t hold my being a doofus against me, please and thank you.
I lost a whole truck load of weight back in 2022. I lost more weight than I currently weigh. I’m a little less than half the man I used to be… literally.
What does that mean in regard to today’s question?
It means I don’t own any clothes that aren’t relatively new. The socks I’m wearing at this moment might be a year old. Maybe a little more than that. They are the oldest thing I’m wearing, by far.
Now that is assuming we’re taking about clothes. What if we broaden the search a little? My Apple Watch is a little more than a year old, but probably not quite as old as my socks. My glasses are a whopping three weeks old, give or take a day or two. What else is there?
There is one thing, and it’s the winner. Two weeks from now is my 15th wedding anniversary. That’s right, my wedding ring is the oldest thing I’m wearing today and everyday. 15 years and counting, with many more to come.
I love you, Jen. I love you more and more each day.
Rest in peace, sax legend David Sanborn.
This will always be my favorite moment from his storied career. His alto sax playing on this song is super human.