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Tuesday is now so far back I can't even remember it, but it ended with my attempt to take a shower around two o'clock Wednesday morning. The apartment was so warm that I knew I'd be unable to dry off afterward, so I lowered the thermostat to 72 and then decided to lay down while I waited for the bathroom to cool off, and unexpectedly I went to sleep. Though I woke a couple pf times and thought I should get up now and take that shower I just kept going back to sleep.
If only I could always just go back to sleep like that. But this time I didn't want to, so I guess that's why I did. My brain is perverse that way. Anyway, I ended up sleeping until half past eleven Wednesday morning, and didn't get the shower until Wednesday afternoon. I must have spent quite a bit on electricity to keep the place cool, so I sure hope my unconscious enjoyed it. It's my conscious mind that will have to deal with the next utility bill.
Anyway, Wednesday evening I had a visit from my friend Ken, who I have known since intermediate school but haven't seen outside the digital world in decades. He was driving from New Mexico to a music festival he and his band are playing in Portland and decided to break the drive in Bakersfield and Chico, two of California's balmiest summer resorts. An excellent choice, as he gets to smell the first big wildfire of the season, the smoke from which is wafting hither from the Yuba County foothills. It just isn't a trip to California anymore without at least one wildfire.
So we spent a couple of hours catching up, which was an enjoyable break from the usual monotony of the mini-metropolis, and I got to hear some tales I'd not heard before about his adventures, which have been numerous and varied. Touring musicians get to see a lot of stuff. It's unfortunate that touring requires so much travel. I think I hate traveling even more than I hate shopping. He's good at it, though.
Now I need to make arrangements for shopping on Friday. I'm running out of more stuff every day. Still, I'd put it off until Monday if I could, but I also need to go to the bank and Monday is a holiday. Bang Bang Day. I haven't heard any premature bangs yet this year, and this town is usually full of them, even though they are illegal here. The bangers are probably waiting for the weekend. In the meantime I'll have to make do with drag racers. And wildfires.
Here is a video from my friend Ken's band, Bayou Seco, recorded in Belfast ten years ago. It's a Cajun song, so TRIGGER WARNING, Ken is playing an accordion, but it's small one such as the French use. Much less dangerous than the big ones.
If only I could always just go back to sleep like that. But this time I didn't want to, so I guess that's why I did. My brain is perverse that way. Anyway, I ended up sleeping until half past eleven Wednesday morning, and didn't get the shower until Wednesday afternoon. I must have spent quite a bit on electricity to keep the place cool, so I sure hope my unconscious enjoyed it. It's my conscious mind that will have to deal with the next utility bill.
Anyway, Wednesday evening I had a visit from my friend Ken, who I have known since intermediate school but haven't seen outside the digital world in decades. He was driving from New Mexico to a music festival he and his band are playing in Portland and decided to break the drive in Bakersfield and Chico, two of California's balmiest summer resorts. An excellent choice, as he gets to smell the first big wildfire of the season, the smoke from which is wafting hither from the Yuba County foothills. It just isn't a trip to California anymore without at least one wildfire.
So we spent a couple of hours catching up, which was an enjoyable break from the usual monotony of the mini-metropolis, and I got to hear some tales I'd not heard before about his adventures, which have been numerous and varied. Touring musicians get to see a lot of stuff. It's unfortunate that touring requires so much travel. I think I hate traveling even more than I hate shopping. He's good at it, though.
Now I need to make arrangements for shopping on Friday. I'm running out of more stuff every day. Still, I'd put it off until Monday if I could, but I also need to go to the bank and Monday is a holiday. Bang Bang Day. I haven't heard any premature bangs yet this year, and this town is usually full of them, even though they are illegal here. The bangers are probably waiting for the weekend. In the meantime I'll have to make do with drag racers. And wildfires.
Here is a video from my friend Ken's band, Bayou Seco, recorded in Belfast ten years ago. It's a Cajun song, so TRIGGER WARNING, Ken is playing an accordion, but it's small one such as the French use. Much less dangerous than the big ones.
