Category Archives: Musings

Routine

Wake up at 10am. Leave the house at 11am. Begin work at 12pm. Off work at 9pm. Wait 2 hours for Yum to finish her shift. Leave work at 11pm. Home by Midnight. Relax for two hours. In bed at 2am. Try to sleep for 8 hours. Repeat.

Tuesday is Yum’s Saturday and my Friday. So I sleep in until 10:30am. When I leave a little after 11am, Yum is either scratching around the apartment or still in bed. When I get off work at 9pm I don’t have to wait for Yum, so I make a bee-line for home and I’m walking in the door by 9:45pm. It’s my Friday night so I stay up as late as I want.

Wednesday is our only day off together, so we try to do something special. Like clean the house and do laundry. Special!

Thursday is Yum’s Monday, and my Sunday. So on Thursday Yum goes to work and I sleep as long as I want, and the rest of the day is mine to do as I wish.

Life.

Should old acquaintance be forgot…

Happy New Year!

So this time I’m going to do a little something different. Instead of my normal resolutions to eat less, eat healthier, and excercise more–my resolution this year is to do a better job of connecting, reconnecting, and keeping in touch with old friends.

I can think of any time in my life and tell you who my friends were. But my life is e’er changing, and my friends come and go. Sadly.

People are constantly moving in different directions as their lives progress. Sometimes we grow apart from each other. This hard fact of my life is a lesson I’ve had to learn over and over again. It makes me sad. I miss my friends.

And so, to my long lost friends, you’re going to hear from me this year. You may even find me on your doorstep on evening.

Monica: we were so close for so many years. You always made the effort, you always called or sent me postcards from Yosemite. And I was a bad friend, I never wrote you once. Please forgive me.

Brian Calhoun: brother… we were so close once. Why haven’t I called in you in over five years?

AJ: I feel awful for never having visited you in your new home in Utah. You’ve had two children since I last saw you. I have no excuse.

Danny Boy: you moved back to New England, and now you’re back in SoCal? Why haven’t I been down to visit? I suck. We had a brief e-mail exchange last year–expect me to pick that back up.

My SoCal TKE brothers: Spicoli, Battag… I’m sorry guys.

Dahi: we were doing pretty good there for awhile, reconnecting and keeping in touch. Your website went down and you had a child and I graduated from college… and I have no excuse. I’m sorry.

Brian Morrison: what happened? How did this happen? We were two peas in a pod in high school. And now I haven’t talked to you in years, let alone seen you. This year that will change.

Janden B. Sullivan: you were the closest thing I had to a brother when I lived in Chico. Expect to see me this year.

And to my current friends:

Dave: I will not let this happen to us. An ocean seperates us now, physically, but not in spirit. You’ve been one of my best friends since we were 13 years old. I don’t want to wake up one day, 20 years from now, and wonder what ever happened to you. I won’t let that happen.

Da Son: don’t fucking disappear on me, dude. I know you’ve got your eye on Hawaii. You can go, but you won’t shake me so easily.

James: working with you over the last year has been great. So many times I’ve stopped by your desk just to chat, and you’re always there when I need a friend. I won’t be in Concord much longer, but I’ll make sure we stay connected.

And to all those I’ve failed to mention here:

I’m sorry. I’ve been a bad friend. I’ll make an effort this year.

… for Auld Lang Syne.

Roudhaus Muzak

I’m looking for some new music. So, if you would, please picture this…

It’s a sunny Sunday afternoon in late Fall and you’re taking a drive through the hilly outskirts of town. It’s a two-lane road that winds and bends through canyons and over amber-colored hills.

You’ve got the top down in your ’67 Cadillac. Your best girl is seated next to you. Her hair is flopping about in the breeze.

As you round another corner you see in the distance a run-down beer shack with a Coors neon sign in the window. An couple of old Ford pickups are parked in the dusty parking lot, next to a half-dozen Harley Davidsons and some hot-rods.

You slow down, pull into the nearest spot, and turn off the engine.

What kind of music do you hear wafting through the air? This is what I’m looking for.

Suggestions, please.