I’ve been very busy, but I’m not sure I have much to show for it. I certainly don’t have much to write about beyond the stuff so banal or self-pitying, I’m drinking to forget it.
I should tell you instead about my friend Ricket’s life, since he’s all about the interesting. In an email I received from him during my trip to Florida, he told me that his wife was getting ready to defend her Ph.D., his band found a new lead singer, he’s published another Dummies book (his 8th, maybe) AND they are expected a baby soon!
Also, in the “All Roads Lead Back to Ricket” file, I was talking to a woman on Sunday night, who is from my hometown, but had gone to the other high school. In her litany of all the people that she hung around with at some point in her life, she mentioned the name of Ricket’s wife.
So, we had a fine time talking about all of that.
This occured at the Pig and Whistle, after the Ellis Paul show at Off-Broadway. I’ve seen Ellis something like 12 times in 10 years and while this wasn’t the best show, it wasn’t the worst either. Opening for him, and playing with him, was a band I hadn’t heard of before, Steppin’ in It. They were much better than their name. Also on board was Michael Clem from Eddie from Ohio.
Moving along. Tom and I put up our first Christmas tree. Oddly, the “Our First Christmas” ornament given to me as a wedding gift is still in my office and not on our Christmas tree. Maybe I should hang it on the fiber optic tree sitting in my office window.
Other things I’ve been dealing with (and consider this post “vacuuming the cat”, which is a term I just learned today): thinking about finishing the final drafts of my case studies which are due tomorrow, cleaning cat shit and diarrhea and administering (and then not administering) antibiotics to the afflicted cat, getting compliant with the Missouri Department of Revenue (although I’ll note that I haven’t yet attached my new license plates, preferring instead to park them on my dash board, for want of a screwdriver), creating Christmas lists, but avoiding all semblence of Christmas shopping, while ordering such uncharacteristic items as Angel: After the Fall, Vol. 1, plumping couch cushions, uncorking wine, stirring pasta, and watching all the channels that fall between 242 and 247 on DirecTV.
Oh, yeah, and I drank some whiskey.
1 Comment
December 11, 2008 at 12:03 pm
“…they are expected a baby…”
I think German class rotted your brain. Or maybe it was just the whiskey.