Last weekend, we went to the fire museum's fire festival. Yes, it is as cool as it sounds. Free, open to the public, and loaded with great stuff for little people to do. The overwhelming majority of people there were boys aged 5 to 10 and the people they drug with them. The Dude had an amazing time. He got to put out a wooden fire with a real fire hose and even got his own little plastic fire helmet. Better then that? Well duh! They had demonstrations since the event is held on the fire training grounds. There's a permanently wrecked train, overturned buses, totaled cars, bisected tankers, and a tower for climbing. We saw the Hazmat team put out a real fire in a tank of diesel (damn...that's the only way to view one of those fires) and a rescue in a burning bus. The Dude thought that this was the shit. Better? He got an autograph for one of the guys who did the bus rescue. An autograph?! From a REAL fireman?! Seriously, shit does not get better than that. Doesn't hurt that it's an autograph from someone I would actually refer to as an actual hero versus someone who chases a ball around. It was a LOT of fun.
My mom is coming to town this weekend. She'll be here for two weeks. The Dude can't wait for her to show up. She was his bestest buddy last time she visited and we're hoping for a rerun of that since Stacky needs a little time off of her feet.
Stacky should stop reading here, but she won't...
The wife unit is getting tired. Groin muscles are stretching and causing plenty of "discomfort." She's also getting overheated and tired much more quickly. Though she hasn't been asleep for the last few months, I fear that the time is coming. She's doing an admirable job of fighting it off. She's as tough as they come. She's still walking the dog every day because she knows that when she stops doing that, it's over. It's hard to watch. That said, she's kicking ass and taking names. She rocks!
Stacky can start reading again here but she never stopped so...
Next Tuesday we will tear the corner off of the package and see what we're getting. Stay tuned.
I have two weeks off in November. I had a week off in April. Seven months without time off is a bad idea, kids. Don't do it. The side effects are not worth it. I was told that my birthday will be invaded by inlaws. Not sure what to do with this. As long as everyone is gone or in bed by 8 PM so I can have a couple of drinks and surf wild guitar porn, we should be OK. In any case, we're going camping for a few nights and I'm going to be laying out quite a project plan. Lots of things I want to do. Not sure what I'll have time to get done.
Musically, things have been rough. I think I put down the last in a series of 6 tunes that I will probably release in the next week or so. They were an accidental side project that I happen to be enjoying greatly. I stole the voices of a couple of husians to make songs that fit between the solo guitar tunes. For people who like my electronic music and some of my stranger guitar stuff this will be a fun one. People who don't will have to wait for the next one. Current musical projects on the notebook:
- project with littlestar and popsicle (or does she have a new name now?).
- something that technician and I started a long time ago that we have to get off of our asses and finish.
- a collection of my take on gypsy jazz (also known as my excuse to make a Selmer/Maccaferri knock-off).
- a solo (classical) guitar suite - this one has been brewing for damned near a decade.
Next weekend, I want to get lumber for Adirondack chairs so that I have a place to sit on the deck now that it's deck sitting season again. I also am planning a workbench but that comes after we sell the chest freezer.
This is a lot of shit to get done by March. The odds ain't good, friends. But fuck it. It's better than being bored.
And that's all the time we have...
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