Dear Friends,
What a nice day we had today. It feels weird, admittedly, blogging about it at this point in the day, but whatever. This is my blog and I’m doing it my way.
After a wonderful friend’s night last night, we all slept in and then met up for some breakfast at the Toasted Owl on west Camelback. Good stuff, for sure, and I’ll happily go back. We missed Tom J, but had a great, fun breakfast chat and walked over to this wild place on 7th Avenue, Curious Nature. They were having a bazaar out in the back and their shop is amazing.
It was a perfect morning for a nice walk, and it was fun to see all the cool stuff. I didn’t buy anything, but I regret not getting a few Christmas gifts while I was there. It was a bit overwhelming, to be honest, but I have regrets about a few things that would have made the kids happy next weekend.
Rhondi and I went and did our own thing for much of the afternoon and had a good visit with my buddies, John and Tim, down at the Record Room. They scored a copy of the great Can record, Ege Bamyasi, that was recently reissued. I can’t wait to play it.
Now we are just waiting patiently for some homemade Mexican food so we can stuff ourselves and relax for the night.
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Our two elderly dogs are really starting to concern me. They take these giant dumps in their kennel every other night or so. I’m not sure what I need to do for them or if there is anything I can do about it at this point. They are both pretty deaf and not moving real good. They aren’t to the point where I am doing them more harm than good by keeping them alive, but it’s close.
I’m going to miss those little dudes something fierce when they are gone. We have our daily moments, even when I am cussing them out for being incontinent, and I’ll miss it. Pet ownership is such a wild ride.
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Poem for the day:
I love listening to people.
They tell you so many things.
Like when they were kids they did this stuff
And they when they were adults they did this stuff.
It’s fascinating contemplating why they did that stuff.
They sign petitions.
They eat a meal.
They look at a book and talk about how they’d like to read it.
The best are the people who you listen to but you’ve never seen them before.
They give you snippets.
They give you seconds.
Moments.
They say strange things and nice things and things you don’t understand
Because the context is lost on you for being a stranger.
Could you be stranger?
They don’t even fucking know.
It doesn’t show.
But it’s there.
In between the pieces of air.
Like a layer of energy you can only feel.
Your smile is possibly the smile of the devil.
They don’t know the devil is listening.
The devil is always listening.
What stuff did you do for him today?
The devil is listening to Bach concertos
In between your stories about past glories and red and yellow lorries.
Tories! Tora! Tora! Tora!
Is it another day yet?
Ahora.
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See you tomorrow.
I liked this guy.