There's something that might have been intimated in another user's diary in The Hole that I am not going to discuss for quite some time but it's effects are already being felt in our household. I've been losing some weight and generally trying to up my level of fitness. I'm going to do the 100 pushups in 6 weeks or what-the-fuck-ever thing it was that I downloaded a while back. To keep up with The Dude and pick up any necessary slack will require me to be ON. And it is ON that I shall be!
Yes, I am excited. Probably moreso than I let on. If you know what I'm talking about, try not to mention it on that evil site that a lot of us visit. I wouldn't want certain people finding out and all that. Everything about this project is under wraps for now.
Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day is the new hotness around the house. I think that I do a pretty good reading of it. Enough to get giggles most times, but Grammy gets all out laughs when she reads it. I think my son is laughing at his maternal grandmother. This is not surprising given my relationship with my maternal grandmother. It's how we roll, yo.
Stacky finished my work pants. They have pockets. Lots of pockets. In fact, there is a pocket ON a pocket. Take that to the bank, motherfuckers. I can carry some shit! I haven't had a chance to wear them yet as my garage activities have been put on hiatus by the fact that it is NINETY-PLUS FUCKING DEGREES ALL DAY EVERY DAY UNTIL SEPTEMBER. That's right kiddies, it's clock's time of the year to bitch about the weather. It's over the top, kids. Over the top.
That said, I still need to finish up a couple of instruments and am hoping that working in my studio to do that will be doable. Mostly, it's carving. No sanding or particulate creation. Though I do have a lute that needs some finishing. Hrm.
I ordered one of the shiny new iPhones. Stacky thinks it is a silly toy. She is correct, but allows that I can have silly toys. The fact that getting said phone originated with a discussion on how we could lower our cell phone bill because we never use our phones serves to fill the irony quotient.
Hopefully we will stick with our no plan weekend. Breakfast with my dad on Saturday is the only commitment I can bring myself to make.
Since I'm not going into my studio nightly due to the general creative doldrums that I hit at this time of year, every year, I have taken to killing the stack of books on the end table. Knocked out an interesting biography on Erik Satie. I like the nature of his work and he's an interesting character to follow. Now I am re-re-re-reading The Great Gatsby because I like it. Next up: One If By Heaven, Two If By Hell by the guy who grew up in the house next to ours. He sent me an autographed copy that arrived yesterday. I'll let you know how it goes. I respect that he wrote it while commuting into and out of Boston every day. The pile gets deeper from there as I have allowed a backlog to build up. It will be addressed right quick! I always forget how much better I feel if I read before bed. OH! And I will finally get around to ordering certain local authors' books. There's a summer to fill here, people!
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