Saturday, October 21, 2006

No sweeping exits or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter, or treat you unkind

Surreal, chill, mellow gray day today.

Fat, white flakes are dropping out of the sky like locusts.


I slept 9.5 hours last night.

I am halfway through a full slate of activities today.

Here is what resides in Duder's "Out" Box for today.

-Wake up, but don't get up.

-Chill with the Doodlebug hunkered down on my chest, kneading and purring, kneading and purring.

-Think about some things. Big things, like solitude.

-More kneading and purring, kneading and purring.

-Get up.

-Feed Doodlebug, which was accepted with a cacophany of chirps and sweeping, overhead tail swishes. (She doesn't meow. She chirps and trills.)

-Put on a pot of coffee.

-Stare into frig.

-Decide sushi was a light meal last night, and pull out the eggs, pepper, onion and potato.

-Cook hash browns with pepper and onion in olive oil. Fry three eggs.

-Add hot sauce.


-Mosey down to India's to get the dogs. She had them last night, and she is working today.

-I decide to take the dogs for a stroll, only mildly caring that I am wearing pajama bottoms, a leather jacket and a beanie.

-Arrive at my house. Pick Barney up, set him on the couch. He can't jump up any more.

-Spend about five minutes, scratching rubbing and nuzzling the dogs, telling them repeatedly what good, good, good boys they are. (Decidedly ignore Puck's decision to poop on India's rug this morning. We occasionally call him the Carpet-pissing chinaman. That rug really tied the room together, did it not? He's 14 1/2. It'd be like yelling at a hundred year old man. His heart is pure. Purer than just about anything I have come across.)

-Settle in, prone on the couch, with more coffee.

-Enter the Doodlebug. More kneading and purring, kneading and purring.

-Field a phone call from Mike, call Alicia regarding Mike's phone call.

-Watch an epsiode of the HBO series Rome. I've got three DVDs full of them, courtesy of Netflix. It is a good show.

-Shrug off Doodlebug.

-Pick up the acoustic, play Crazy, play Wild Horses a few times, master the tricky parts.

-Call Stanette, leave a message telling her that if she has time, listen to that YouTube video of Wild Horses a few more times.

-Get up, watch the snow come down for a while.

*****Type this. Time: 11:23 in the a.m.*******

Duder's "In Box" has much more for the day.

-Another episode of Rome.

-Play a little more guitar. Maybe plug in this time.

-Accept delivery of queen sized bed for guest bedroom, between 1:30 and 2.

-Go to the gym. Do my leisurely weekend routine. Lift for 40 minutes. Run for an hour.


-Read some of the James Lee Burke book I am currently into.

-Kneading and purring, kneading and purring.

-Play guitar.

-Pack up amp, electric, acoustic, cords, pedals, microphone, mic stand.

-Wait for the Bells family.

-Take them over to Mike's house.

-Eat barbecued chicken and sweet potato curry prepared by Mike, along with whatever amazing dish the formidable Alicia has prepared. (I am so freakin lucky that just about everyone I know is an incredible cook, and that they keep inviting me over for meals.)

-Set up gear. Mike invited a friend of his, for whom I have no nickname yet, and who plays bass.

-Jam with new bass player.

-Jam with children. Aden and Annie love this stuff. The bass player has kids, too. Not sure if they are coming.

-When the hour to turn it down arrives, unplug and play some more.

-Definitely, definitely, definitely play Wild Horses acoustic.

-Go home.

-Maybe blog.

-Lay on couch.

-Kneading and purring, kneading and purring.

-Watch another episode of Rome.

-Go to sleep.

-Dream of snowboarding.

Whew, I am exhausted just looking at this.

It's daunting, but I know I will pull through.

I don't even wanna think about what Sunday has in store for me.

I'm a "doer." I get stuff done. TCB, baby. TCB.

The Army? Those guys who do more before breakfast than you do all day? They ain't got nothin' on me.

Busy, busy, busy, busy.

You have a great Saturday, people.