What’s up with the paws there?
Paws
Category: photography
Lunch Break Chore
Plant
The plant that lives on the incredibly dirty window sill in the cellar was about 66% dead last week. I have been watering it regularly and pruning it and trying to keep it alive, and now it has a huge new leaf opening up. It still looks diseased and dying though. I wonder if it’s supposed to.
I also can’t seem to take a decent picture of the little bastard. I should use a camera with a flash but that’s cheating.
Time to Get Back to This
It’s the middle of June. The sun rise is ridiculously early. The weather is almost sort of nice. It’s time. It’s time to start planning morning photography projects again. The summer is just about here and around these parts it doesn’t last long. Yeah, it’s time to get back to it. Film and digital. Let’s get to it, Robert.
Guitar Streak
Eight days in a row babie, the guitar has been played for eight days in a row. I suck more today than I did on day one but who cares, it’s eight days in a row, babie!
I did the same thing as yesterday. The night before I threw together a new song idea and then put two tracks of rhythm guitar on it in the morning. The difference here is that yesterday’s song was super easy yet fun and might actually turn out to be a good song. Today’s song was super easy but not fun, instead it is boring and dumb and will likely turn into a terrible, awful song.
Who cares!
Okay, time to go get ready for work. Happy Thursday, kids!
Photogenic
Good Kitty
Success and Failure
The days playing guitar streak has hit seven! One full week, babie! I added a new song idea last night. It was short and super easy. I put rhythm guitars on it this morning after finishing my faux jog (yog) in the cellar. I didn’t plan it that way, it just worked out. I finished the one song with enough time to take a picture and write this post.
That’s the successful part of the morning. What’s the failure? Is it senility in my old age? I say that with a tiny percentage of seriousness after witnessing what my mother went through over her last decade.
Last night I put up a to do list for this morning. It included taking the trash out to the street. Today is Wednesday. Our trash pick up is Tuesday. How did I get that wrong? How did I screw up the days like that? I was already worried that our outside barrel was too full, now it has to go a whole second week. Shit. Also, today is recycling pick up. That means the recycling has to go a whole two extra weeks. What the fuck, Robert?
Okay. Time to pack up the lunch for work and get showered and dressed. I don’t think I can fuck those two things up. At least I played a little. Focus on that, you moron.
Cats
The cats seem especially cute tonight, so here you go.
Minor League Baseball
I had a weird moment this morning. A weird moment where I really wanted to get back into minor league baseball. I don’t know where it came from, or why, but there it was.
My father used to split a season ticket package for the old Lowell Spinners team. We went to a ton of games and I always really enjoyed it. The Spinners no longer exist. I never went to a Pawtucket Red Sox game. They don’t exist either, though they are now in Worcester, which is easier for me to get to. I haven’t been to a Worcester game either. There’s the Portland Pirates up in Portland, ME. I’ve never been to one of their games either.
The team I forgot about, that is suddenly very interesting to me, is the New Hampshire Fisher Cats. They play in Manchester. Manchester is really close to home. Jen and I went to a Fisher Cats game on one of our first dates.
I suddenly really want to go to a Fisher Cats game. I asked Jen if she’d go to a game with me this summer and she said sure, though she looked at me like I was weird. I think it stems from me wanting to go to a UMass Lowell hockey game this year, but never actually getting to one. I think this is an extension of that.
I miss minor league sports. I miss live baseball. I miss live hockey. I miss live music. I miss live life, a little. Not too much. I’m still 100% introvert, you know.
This is a weird state of mind I suddenly find myself in. Maybe I’ll catch a Fisher Cats game and this state of mind will go away. We’ll see.
