Almost but not quite nothing. I started mixing song idea #1 but didn’t get terribly far. The drum track sounds okay, but that’s all I have. I wasn’t feeling terribly well last night so I went to bed early. I actually fell asleep while messing with the bass guitar track. Sorry.
To make matters slightly worse, I have once again failed to get any guitar playing in this morning. I worked on that first mix a little more though. Fortunately we’re one work day away from the weekend, and I took Monday and Tuesday off as well. There should be truck loads of music and photography over the next four days. Fingers crossed on that at least.
Cooking is fun, but I am not terribly creative. I learn how to make one simple dish and then I make it over and over again until my beloved bride gets queasy at the very thought of it. I am also traditionally a very picky eater so having the same simple thing over and over again for weeks or even months doesn’t bother me in the slightest.
My wife, on the other hand, is brilliant in the kitchen. She’s very creative and intuitive. She can take a complicated recipe and alter it, upgrade it, improve upon it, on the fly. It always comes out fantastic. I help her when I can but she’s just a natural. It’s pretty amazing to witness.
So I guess the answer to the question is that there really isn’t any food I would like to make. At least not until Star Trek’s food replicators become common household appliances, at which time I am going to make everything under the sun, so long as it doesn’t have sugar in it.
I got hit with a headache as we were sitting down to dinner. I had a bit of trouble with my vision too. Both symptoms were pretty mild, and the visual aspects passed quickly. I still have a headache but it’s not too bad.
The question then is, is this a mild migraine or am I just completely exhausted?
I’d say the odds are pretty even either way.
Here’s hoping the headache stays minor and passes fast. Fingers crossed.
I have been meaning to do this for weeks, and I was planning on doing it over the weekend, but I decided I couldn’t wait any longer and did it today.
The Miss Patches Memorial has been placed in the little flower garden spot in the front yard. It doesn’t have any flowers, but it might someday. Now Patches can visit the outdoors instead of just looking through the window all the time.
Guess what I didn’t get to this morning before work.
323/365
I managed to finish my daily exercise, watch this week’s new episode of Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (excellent!), and finish the Library episode of Doctor Who that I started last night but fell asleep during the second episode.
No music though, so the morning goes down in the books as a failure.
If you’ve visited this page before, you know the answer to this question already.
Before I was born my parents moved from Dorchester to Tewksbury. From the city to the suburbs, which from their point of view was sort of like the most rural place in the known universe. They were both under the impression that living in the country meant you had to have pets. They were wrong, but it took time to figure it out. They got a dog. It might have been two dogs. The experiments ended badly. I don’t know the details, but they got rid of them after a relatively short period of time.
At some point after I came into the picture with my curly red hair that magically straightened itself by the time I was old enough to go to school but seems to be coming back now that I am an old fart my mother’s little sister’s cat, Heidi, had kittens. One of those kittens came to live with us. Her name was Fluffy. Fluffy Puffy to be precise. Our house was on a busy state highway and it wasn’t long before our indoor cat got out and bought it while trying to cross the road. That was it as far as pets were concerned. Well, apart from some fish and a short lived hamster. I don’t have any memories of dogs but I do have some vague impressions of the cat. Just a weird image of me chasing it down the hallway.
From then on I have been a cat person, but it wasn’t until we bought our house in 2010 that I stopped being the guy who loved other people’s cats and started being someone who lived with cats.
Patches came first. We adopted her shortly after we moved into the new house.
Patches was literally, objectively, the best cat ever. We lost her to cancer a couple of days after Christmas last year.
Earlier this year we adopted Robin and Lily. We went to the MSPCA looking for two cats that were bonded together already. Lily is Robin’s kitten and in order to adopt one we had to adopt both. That was perfect, just like they are.
Not much to report today. I wrote lyrics and melody for two songs. They were song ideas number 7 and 20, to be precise.
I wanted to get more done but for the second night in a row I am having stomach issues from dinner. Last night was just a little uneasiness. It took a long, long time for it to pass but it wasn’t painful and I wasn’t nauseous. I was just… wrong. Tonight? Pain, nausea, the works. Damn it.
I hope to maybe get some guitar playing in tomorrow before work. I also think it might be time to start mixing a few of these things. I have three songs that are completely tracked right now and if things go well in the morning I might have one or two more. I should really start finishing these puppies off. The definition of a completed song is a decently mixed demo. I don’t have anything complete yet. Maybe tomorrow.
I worked in this building for a few years starting back in 2004. The view is pretty nice. Today was the first time I had been there since pre-Covid. I wouldn’t mind working in this building again except that we have two buildings that are a bit closer to home. This one is pretty far away.
Inside the Red Head's Head 