Apparently the Temple University experiment is over already. We took the younger boy down there eight days ago, and last night they “paused” in-person classes for two weeks. So… we’re bringing him back home. Good stuff. I’m glad we burned so many anxiety calories on that crap.
Yesterday a woman at work, whose first language is not English, said to me, “I haven’t seen you all morning. And you’re so big! How could I miss you?!” So, there you go.
Today at 7:40 am there was an impossible godawful racket outside that woke me up. After urinating furiously, I went downstairs and gave Toney the international sign for “WTF?” (hands extended, palms up), and she told me somebody’s apparently building an extension onto their house nearby. It wasn’t even 8 am! It sounded like they were trying to saw the garage off — just some kind of crazy, incessant screeching grindage. What in the pop and lock shit is going on?! Not everybody works 9 to 5, assholes. Annoying.
I’ve been listening to Bob Seger all morning. It’s an unusual choice for me, but I’m enjoying it. I’m currently playing Night Moves, which came out in 1976. I don’t think I’ve listened to the entire album since… maybe 1982 or 1983? It’s scratching some kind of primal itch.
In the latest episode of the podcast I talk about a K-Mart-like store in my hometown where my friends and I engaged in much jackassery, back during the days when Night Moves and Stranger In Town were new releases. Check it out here.
I took Thursday and Friday off from work, and Monday is a holiday. So… I just have to survive through Wednesday and I’ll have a big honkin’ five days off in a row. Also, our 27th wedding anniversary falls in there somewhere, during those five days. Twenty-seven years! That seems crazy to me. We were married by a judge who had a radio show in Atlanta, threw the best party of all-time that night at Swissotel, and spent a week in San Francisco. Now? I’m just bitching all the time, getting insulted for my impossible-to-missness, and singing along to “Betty Lou’s Getting Out Tonight.”
And by the way… Betty Lou. What a tramp! She’s getting “out,” which conjures some questions right out of the box. So to speak. And the mere rumor of it has caused the poor druggist to go insane? He finally had to up and close the store? Man, that’s some world-class looseness, right there. Godspeed, Betty Lou. Crank it up!
I’m strongly considering Chinese carryout for lunch. I think I’m going with L14, beef and broccoli. The sauce they use is delicious. What are you having for lunch? Or what did you have, if it’s in the rear view mirror as you read this? Tell us all about it, won’t you? It’s of utmost importance.
I’ll see you guys again soon.
Have yourselves a great day!