A+ Weekend

On Saturday we made a spur of the moment trip to Foxwoods. It was a good time. On Sunday we made a spur of the moment trip to Western MA where we drove the Mohawk Trail and made a spur of the moment plan to meet up with a friend in Greenfield. Again, it was a good time.

Today we stayed home. We went grocery shopping, but other than that it was a nice quiet day at home. Jen worked on a coding project she is doing for fun. I played some guitar and did some recording. For dinner, we expanded our fish experiment to include catfish. Not too bad, but haddock is still the best. After dinner we rented a movie (Everything Must Go) and just hung out together.

All in all, this weekend got an A+. The only way it could have been better was if it were a kid weekend.

Thank you, Jen for such a great three days. I love you!

Cat

Please, kitty. Don’t barf on the treadmill again.

Morning

It’s morning, time for Patches to sleep.

Lazy Hawk

I saw a hawk in the backyard. I was looking out the window (I should have looked at your face instead… sorry… Rush lyrics just took over my brain for a second… I’m okay now) and woosh it flew out of the woods onto a tree on the edge of our yard. It seemed a little small. I wonder if it was the bird equivalent of a teenager? Anyway. I also saw a squirrel in the backyard. I was hoping… hoping… hoping… to see that hawk act out a little bird revenge on the bastard who keeps stealing all of the seed out of the feeders.

But alas, no. The hawk was a lazy asshole and the squirrel lives to steal bird seed another day.

The First October Music Song

I haven’t posted any music in a couple of weeks. I promise I am still working on something for the month of October. It just doesn’t seem to be going anywhere.

Here’s the first song, complete with crappy sax playing.

Mohawk Trail

Yesterday was an unplanned trip to Connecticut. Today was an unplanned trip to Western Massachusetts. Specifically, the Mohawk Trail. Otherwise known as route 2. This is our best known scenic drive, and it was really great.

First we stopped at the French King Bridge which crosses the Connecticut River. My eighth grade Social Studies teacher used to tell us that Massachusetts to the West of the Connecticut River is god’s country. The views… it’s easy to understand what she was talking about.

Later, near the end of the drive, just outside of North Adams, MA, there is a sick hair pin turn. It’s nuts. Just before that turn there is a spot where the view is unreal. It’s like you can see for a billion miles.