Still On… So Far

First, allow me to say thank you to Lily the cat for sitting still this morning so that I could take a picture of her in the mostly dark room without the iPhone’s low light functionality turning her into a blurry mess. Thanks, Lily Pad!

Next, all of my Sunday plans are still on. Fingers crossed it stays that way. No word about canceling band practice. No one has backed out, and our meet time is less than two hours away. It’s never going to be back to normal if we can’t get at least two weeks in a row in, know what I mean?

Fingers crossed.

My step son is coming over today. He’s not here yet. I hope he gets here before I leave for practice, but if he doesn’t that’s fine too. I’ll have the whole day post-practice to hang around with him.

Good Day on Tap

There’s a good chance that tomorrow, Sunday, is going to be a good day. My step son is coming home tomorrow morning. We’ll spend nearly the whole day with him. I have a band practice that I am looking forward to but trying not to be overly excited about. See my post on the subject from earlier.

I just had one of my sugar free bakery cookies and it was goooood.

Yeah, Saturday was super busy and stressful. Sunday, I hope, should be a little more relaxing. Fingers crossed at least.

For now though, I’m going to bed. G’Night, Moon.

Two Weeks in a Row?

I didn’t get my hopes up last week and everything worked out. Now we’re shooting for two weeks in a row. Should I be excited?

Last week we had our first band practice in months after more false alarms than I care to remember. After all the fails I refused to get excited about it until we were all actually in the room together. Once we were though… rock and roll bro.

Now we’re talking about practicing again tomorrow. One week later. Is it going to happen? Is it going to fall through? Are we on or are we dealing with another false alarm? I don’t want to get too excited. I don’t want to get my hopes too high… but we’re practicing at noon tomorrow and my stuff is already packed up.

Rock and roll, bro.

Stop Light Theater

I went out to run some errands today. I took a stop light theater pic. I promise the light was red as I was pointing my phone at the intersection. It turned green as I clicked the shutter button. No one was acting in any dangerous manner, I promise.

Also, I went to the sugar free bakery for the first time in ages. I owe myself a small reward for cranking out another RPM Challenge last month. I’ve earned a nice sugar free snack. Also, notably, unlike the last time I went to the sugar free bakery, it was open. Nice.

Saturday Plans?

Normally, one of the first things I do when I get up on a Saturday morning is start to make a list of things that need to be accomplished over the course of the day. Well, it’s Saturday now and it’s about quarter past seven in the morning. Time to make that list….

You heard me, red head… time to make that list…

Whenever you’re ready…

Yeah, I have nothing. Nothing on the agenda today at all.

The good news is, tomorrow we’re going to have a visit from Harry. I guess the agenda today is to just get ready for his visit. I can do that.

The Seven Stages of (Hockey) Grief

What are the seven stages of grief? Which one is bargaining? I think when it comes to the Bruins’ moves at the NHL trade deadline earlier today I have reached the bargaining stage of hockey grief.

Like… maybe I can talk Don Sweeney out of some of these awful moves. Maybe if I explain to him how trading Brad Marchand (and Coyle and Carlo and Frederic and Brazeau) leaves your team without any identity. Maybe I could explain to him how trading the team captain to the team that bounced us out of the playoffs is literally (not figuratively, but literally) a kick in the balls.

Yeah, this sucks.

NOOOO!!!!!

Brad Marchand to Florida? To the freakin’ Panthers? Noooo!!!! Say it ain’t so!!!!???

I knew the NHL trade deadline was going to completely suck ass today, as a Bruins fan, and I knew there was a good chance Marchand was going to go away, but to Florida? Within the effing division? The rumors all had him going out West somewhere. You know, to some team I could root for in place of my Bruins when they fail to make the playoffs for the first time in ages?

This SUCKS.

Add to that, Trent Frederick goes to Edmonton, which we knew about because it happened a couple of days ago, we lost Justin Brazeau to the Wild this morning which blows. At the last minute though we lost Marchand and Charlie Coyle to the Avalanche, and in another unbelievable kick in the nuts, Brandon Carlo to Toronto? The effin’ Leafs? In the division again? Are you kidding me?

I don’t even know what we’re getting back in any of these deals. We better be so heavily stocked with draft picks that we start cranking out hall of famers left and right. Oh, but then we have to look at Don Sweeney’s illustrious draft history and… well, let’s hope we got a ton of A list prospects rather than draft picks.

This sucks! A shitty hockey year gets even shittier. I wanted to root for Brad Marchand in the post season, but he’s going to play for fucking Florida and I hate the fucking Florida Panthers! I guess I could be an Avs fan, or an Oilers fan. I guess. Blah.

Windy

It is so windy out right now that one of our big metal patio chairs was just blown over. I didn’t think that was possible. One of the bird feeders blew away as well. I don’t see it anywhere. I’m going to have to go outside and see if I can find it along the tree line. I hope the wind doesn’t blow me away, though it might be fun to feel like I’m flying for a few seconds.

The cats are disturbed by the noise of the wind. Just wait until the second contractor of the day shows up and see how much more disturbing that will be to your little feline brains.

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