In the DIY vein, I'm also planning to make some pickles. I'll probably hit the big farmers market in early October. The recipe is for my grandmother's bread and butter pickles. They're awesome and I can't wait to have some. The recipe makes 6 quarts, so I'll be good for a while. Pretty stoked. I'm also stoked to try roasting some of my own coffee beans. Green beans are way inexpensive by comparison and I can finally get all douche-y about how they're done. These are a two food projects that I think will safely involve The Dude and can keep us amused on the weekends. Hell, what's manlier than making knives and pickles while you roast coffee? Not much. Not much at all. Oh wait! We'll make some fucking apple butter! Now that's hardcore, motherfucker! I love me some apple butter.
And speaking of manly, I'm joining the herd and getting some kettle bells. Anyone who is into that shit and want to pass a workout my way will be thanked profusely. Or something. I understand that it's enjoying a resurgence right now and that puts me on the edge of being trendy, but fear not! I'm not any cooler than I was. I need a way to work some strength training in (something beyond body weight exercises) without hitting the gym or spending some crazy amount of money for equipment that I have no place to store. A couple of canon balls with handles fits the bill. Now all I need is some leopard print speedos so I can look like a real circus strongman and... Yeah. Seriously. I respect people too much for that.
I'm taking off half of November. That's the first vacation since April. Not good. I'm starting to fray, mentally. Coming home to a wife who looks like the walking dead (sorry punkin!) and a very active boy who can be a seriously moody fucker (wonder where he gets that) can be daunting after a very frustrating day at work (which is every day). It really hurts to see my wife in such a rough space. She gives herself shots in the fucking stomach every night! And she's exhausted all the time. But we're trying to make meals easier and that's good. I usually cycle with the boy in tow and that entertains him and does me some good while clearing out the house for Stacky to rest. By 8 PM, my ass is whipped. I'm remembering to go into my studio and close the door for 30 to 60 minutes a night for the sake of my mental health. As a result, I'll have some stuff soon. I have things that are (over)due to my collaborators and that's moving along but it's the weird stuff that I've been doing while practicing that is kind of intriguing. More music soon. It's starting to cool off (gets under 80 after midnight these days!) and my productivity is going up despite the extra weight of the day.
Speaking of weight, Stacky has an appointment today to check on v2.0 and make sure that all is well. She's feeling tickling and kicking around in her guts. I think that's so fucking cool. It makes everything a little more real. Part of me is bracing for impact. The rest of me is too busy to consider the magnitude of it all right now. I'm a busy mofo, yo.
My mom should be coming to visit for the last two weeks of October. This will be a very good thing. She amuses The Dude, gives Stacky room to rest, and acts as M-i-L repellent. Does it get better? Well, she'll take us out to dinner a few times and that's always nice. It just feels good to have mom around.
Also of note, for no good reason, my hormones are approaching 16 year old male levels for NO APPARENT REASON! This isn't good for many reasons that you might be able to guess. I'll just do some strength training and wear myself out. Not that my dreams are helping at all. But we'll discuss that later because it's hilarious and my time for this diary is over.
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