Here is the silhouette of a satellite dish. Today Coadster left for NYC. I'm really excited for her and I'm trying not to worry about her too much. I certainly don't want to create any anxiety for her, just because I can imagine a million scary scenarios in my head of all the things that could go wrong. I want her to feel free to go on wonderful adventures without freaking herself out so badly, that she doesn't want to leave her comfort zone. I also don't want her to be too stupid about being in a big city and get mugged or worse either. After all, we almost never even lock our car doors here.
The other side of this is that a few years ago, I was sitting in my living room, in my jammies, in one of the safest areas in the country and a tornado came through and messed with me anyway. Since we don't have a basement, if it had been any stronger, I wouldn't be here writing a bunch of bullshit for you to read right now. I just figure, if the bad crap is looking for you, it's going to find you no matter how safe you think you are, so you might as well, just do what you want and take your chances. That being said, I hope Coadster has an awesome time in the big city and I can't wait to hear all about it.
Now, it's almost the weekend. Tomorrow I leave work about 45 minutes early to go to the dentist. What kind of idiot schedules their dentist appointment on Friday the thirteenth, anyway? I'm just asking for it. Of course, I didn't realize what date it was when I made the appointment, six months ago, so if I need a root canal, I guess it's my own damn fault.
How's the rest of the weekend looking? Well, let me see... Since Stinky's grounded, we're going to hang out together and watch movies and play board games tomorrow night. she loves that, and I'm not much of a board game player, so I'm trying to buck up and go with it. I'll report back later about how badly I got my ass handed to me in Candyland.
Saturday night is a big, aging punk rocker reunion celebration at The Mill. There are also some bands playing at the Picador. I haven't decided if I'll try to mix and match or just stay with the old folks.
Now, I will retire and try not to worry about Coadster on her big adventure. She's one of the most poised, level headed high school kids I've ever met...I just have to keep reminding myself of that.
What will you kids be up to this weekend? Will you be rocking with your aging punk rocker friends, worrying, or both?
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My son, Max and I are going into the big city to hear a group called K.M.R.I.A. (Kiss My Royal Irish Ass) composed of members of various bands... R.E.M., The Decemberists, etc. They do Pogues style music. It's in a very cool historic ballroom with a nice bar. It's going to be our ST. Patrick's celebration. We were going to go to a Gaelic pub on ST. P's but that's a Thurs. and I have to work the next day. Instead we will watch Irish movies on St. P's at home and pig out on good food.
Have a happy time wherever you end up. I enjoy your view of things through the lens and through your head very much.
Churlita,
While taking call for the weekend in a far away city, I'll think of Coadster peeling a big apple
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I will recover from Cleveland:
Ananda: K.M.R.I.A. (Kiss My Royal Irish Ass)? Reminds of the Pogues They are partially Irish, of course. Their name used to be "Pogue Mahone".... which means about the same thing as K.M.R.I.A.
Interesting how being grounded means she gets to spend time with you... I'd think that would be a treat!
we'll be doing what many ageing punk rockers do: going to the opera and wondering if there's a rawk show later...
My twin #1 is performing in the HS Rock-n-Roll Revival, which is amazingly good for a bunch of HS musicians. Complete with 50's-60's costumes and BIG hair. So I'm working at that all weekend.
We call our youngest Stinky too! Her Dad calls her Tink for short. Who shortens nick names?
I wouldn't mind hanging out with aging punk rockers, but have no plans to at present. My Saturday is looking fairly free to drink gallons of coffee and watch movie after movie. I'm pathetically into this idea.
I love that song by Cypress Hill. Congratulations on treating yourself to a new phone!
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