Walk into a big room, Lili DeLaM is there. It’s looking stormy outside, but she’s working on music with people. There are all sorts of keyboards around, including an old sampler. Someone tries out an old DX7, I play with drumming on an odd shaped cylinder white thing with triggers under the latex. Look for the right drum sound. Look outside and a big sandstorm is coming closer. I say we should close the windows.
More of the same. What did you expect?
Rose Festival/Fleet week this week. Waiting to watch the ships come in. I wish my ship would come in…better play the lotto, it’s huge right now. Nice to watch the ships. Gamelan went OK-we have a guest harpist who plays at our church-Portland is very small. M is sick-he’s denying it-we’re going to call him “Ron” from now on.
Sat.-clean up at C’ s school-late, C to tfaw, tidy, S & E to Wonder Woman, pick up C, watch part of the South Park movie, pick up S & E, bed, no church, market, lunch, libe, gamelan, hassle getting home, as I missed the regular bus. C is at a friend’s, pride and gig tomorrow.
Up for Pride, setup, work until 3. S was dressed up. Misplaced my lunch. Walk to PSU, move instruments, practice, eat, hang out, gig-played ok-we made changes and I got messed up. Also messed up the Threnody. Move back, home, dead tired. Up, deliver E to Pride, back home, back with S, work, pack up, dead tired, Souplantation, bed, still tired Mon. Work, home is very messy, bed.
Page 23, Sentence 5: “Simpler or not, Thales did his job.”, Sunstorm
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June 19th, 2017
In a big room, trying to get my golf stuff in order. I don’t have a bag, so everything is falling everywhere when I pick it up. Finally pare down, then decide not to go. Walk around, decide to do it, go to the desk-I can start right now. Hassle paying on a credit card, then walk out to the tee. Practice swing, hit badly, walk and a football from a practice game comes my way. It’s spinning and bounces perfectly. I kick it back to a player, then walk to get my ball. I notice that I started on 9 and go back to find 1-can’t. Regulars are talking about my fail, and it’s getting dark.
June 15th, 2017
At 1023, out in the living room with the kids. Go get a huge bag of pot, go into the bathroom to smoke it. Look for a container to put it in.
At home, outside trying to organize a yard sale. E has the posters done, and I go down to the corner with Holly to put them up. It’s really steep and we slide down. I cut the poster smaller and put it up and it looks wrong. I put up a whole one up. We go back up and it’s less steep. I get a slug in my hand and we go inside.
In line to get food. There’s yummy soup but 2 people cut in line and get the last bowls. I get another that’s yummy too. I eat and we look at the sandwiches and talk about getting some.
On a bus going through the hood to downtown LB. The driver is nervous when we turn and it’s dark and there are gangsters around-he wants to turn around. I tell him no problem, turn down Alamitos. We go downtown and there’s an open air thrift store. I look around and it’s got nicer stuff than before. I pick up a Toker II-it has a long weird mouthpiece. I slide the bowl around.
June 14th, 2017
Going down a very steep hill on a bike. I’m afraid to go in the street, so I get off and walk the bike down. I walk over to a park and some kids start harassing me. I fight with one, beat him, and the others leave me alone and we start playing. I walk over to a dock and board a ferry. I go up to the top deck, which you need a ticket for. I pull out my money and start to pay the man.
June 11th, 2017
Sitting on the back bumper of a car-he starts to go fast-we’re going up to a store.
In a field, some radio guys come past and M is really excited. One of them refuses to give an autograph, the other does and talks with us about how M is such a typical 9-year old.
June 10th, 2017
In bed, don’t want to finish, do, get up and go to the bathroom with something heavy in my pocket. Try to hide it.
At a party, go to leave. Roll up a tablecloth to help clean up. People are saying mean things.
June 9th, 2017
Drive M up to C’s friend Eric. We go down a bus route path, and I notice that it takes a path for servants to get to work. We get there and we talk about Spanish class. M goes in and they have games out-they’re getting rid of stuff. He asks if we want any and I say no.
Driving a bug. Go to park and someone comes up really close so I can’t back up. Move forward and they do too. I start to get out and they go around. I yell about them being stupid and a passenger whispers yes. I cover everything up in the car, get out and start to go, locking the doors.
Walk into Cistco, they’ve changed the layout. Look at food and books, then play with a stereo. Turn up the bass. Some guy gets mad and I turn it down. Start to walk out-the cashiers are laid out weirdly.
June 8th, 2017
At 30700, some girls are there and we go into the basement. It’s late, so we get ready for bed-there are couches down there. I lay down with one of the girls-she seems willing.
Outside getting ready for a ride down a river-we’re going to all lock legs and go down without a raft.
June 5th, 2017
Trying to sneak into a xmas party hosted by Trump. Fake being a waiter, then walk around. Lots of toys and stuff. Go down the back entrance.
On a London train, looking at the map-there’s a line going straight north/south in the middle. We got to get on it, and it has food and stuff. We wonder whether it goes a long way. Get off and go back to the regular train.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
One of the things about working and having kids is that the days seem to repeat themselves. Things just happen the same way day after day. No matter-it actually means that things are running smoothly. I’d rather be doing other things, but I have a job and a place to sleep, food and healthy kids, so that’s a lot better than many.
And now the litany (I think I’m going to just write highlights): E went to a church-ish thing, C stayed home and shouldn’t’ve, home a bit early, gamelan-feeling better about the hairy heart and Threnody. C to party at a park, home late, bus driver had to reboot bus twice, looks like I’m working 4th of July week & doing after-hours support. Pretty quiet Memorial Day weekend-repacked the outside closet (again), friends of E visited Sunday-cleaned up a lot for them, visited old PWS friends, picked up a box of photos and a box of E’s stuff, cleaned the van. Made up a list of stuff to do, got the exactly 2 things on the list. Picked up a book on forensic science for M-he’s going to FBI camp this summer-has SAT’s this Sat. S has a toothache. Gamelan at PSU-got there early, doors locked, walked down, a thing, back to practice-choir, harp, sax. E picked me up. Missed the train this morning.
I’ve been dwelling on these two songs lately-they’re from my teen years. In Cleveland in the mid-late 70’s, the radio station WMMS used to do a 6pm thing on Friday-it was a shift change, and Kid Leo would sign out with “Born to Run”, then Murray Saul would do a 5 minute rant ending with “We’ve gotta, gotta, gotta….get down, dammit!!!”, then play “Friday on My Mind.” Everyone would listen to it, and I mean everyone-they were pulling down a 60 share for that time slot. A fucking 60-for 2 songs and a guy ranting for 5 minutes. The other song is a relic from ’78 that I sort of despised at the time as I was fully into prog at the time, but seems pretty decent in retrospect-the rant is a little lame, and it’s cliched, but solid meat and potatoes biker rock from the Midwest.
Then this at 1:30am on Saturday night-we’d close the bars and drive around looking for a party…
My family wasn’t so excited when I blasted “Friday on My Mind” when I got home Friday. \/\/hate\/er. So, the weekend. Delivered M to SAT’s at 7:30am. Yuck. Bopped around with E until he got done, lunch: so-so fish, got shorts at Red White Blue, libe, home. S woke up from a bad dream and an earache. Church Sun.-Pentecost (I wonder how many of these people have had the ghost laid on them?), market, lunch, ceremony for our new minister, shop, home, M isn’t well either. Sore throat, hard to sleep-feeling odd, odd dream.
Page 23, Sentence 5: “Mick folded his elegant arms.”, The Difference Engine
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May 28th, 2017
In the ER, walking around looking at things. They’re going on lockdown, and the doors are closing. I hurry to get to the OR, as we get bonus points if someone is there during a lockdown.
May 24th, 2017
Walking down a street, someone drives a black car fast past me. Follow it to a house, someone is trying to get away from the police. They leave, I try to follow, but there are police up the hill and they start shooting. I slip through a hedge and go after the car. I run into another yard and are stopped there by a bunch of kids who want to hold me for the police. I hold them off, and mock snap the neck of one of the boys. He freaks out. I walk over to a way out and C comes out. I tell him to go back home and tell everyone what’s happening.
May 22nd, 2017
Walking around a house with S. Someone starts using a leaf blower and the house fills up with dust and bits from the mulch they used. We run into the bathroom and try to close it tight, but dust is still getting in. We get wet towels and stop up the door cracks, then get in the shower and rinse off.
Here we are again.
Yet another post, just like the last post. Except for the dates, the p23s5, and the listening to…
So, work, home, gamelan-switching up the Threnody, and that damn hairy heart piece. Home, errand for E, dinner, bed, up, to work. Working from home tomorrow, as E is going to Breitenbush for the weekend.
And it’s been quite a weekend, with nothing going to plan. So E gets to Breitenbush, gets sick, and spends the next 2 days in a Salem hospital-bleeding ulcer-H. Pylori, anemia and too many NSAIDS… S went to a neighbors’ for a sleepover Fri., and a classmates’ Sat. Drove down to Salem, out to Breitenbush and back Sat., ran errands Sun., put luggage away, ER Sun. PM.
Back to work today, so tired. I think I have h. pylori too, but subclinical. House is pretty clean, though I didn’t get to clean the bathroom or vacuum. Some clothes need folding, and some need washing. Maybe tonight, though I need to work too. Read HP & the Cursed Child. As usual, JKR puts together a fast read.
Dinner, dishes done, wash done, S to bed, bills half paid, bed. Up, work, home, dinner, bed. Hard to get to sleep. Dishes and folding clothes. Wash, rinse, repeat. Gamelan tonight-E’s getting pizza for dinner. Gamelan-focused on the show.
Woke up early, rolled around daydreaming, forgot my dream, went back to sleep, no water in the filter, took too long to make coffee, missed the bus, then the bus in front of us hit a car and ran and we had to all get off and take the next one, so late to work…Work, home, dinner, bed. Up, work, home, an explosion in a nearby industrial park. Early to bed, up, dishes and laundry, shop, dinner, S in pool. Bed, up, church, E to meeting, Sat. market, shop, dinner, haard to get S to bed, tidy, bed. Woke up early, but got back to sleep, to work. Taking kefir and olive oil (and honey) for my H. Pylori.
Page 23, Sentence 5: “James rushes past him, carrying his bag.”, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child
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May 21st, 2017
Sitting at a big table with Trump. He tosses a paper ball at me, I toss it back. He throws it harder, and so do I, he gets pissed and whips it at me-I catch it easily. I throw it back and he can’t catch it. I catch easily and he can’t catch mine. I walk over and start pounding on his face-it’s like hitting a side of beef.
May 19th, 2017
Outside, there are fish in a small puddle. Someone puts them in a pool and fills it. Many more fish and other creatures. Walk over to another pool.
At home, there are puddles in the bathroom. Look down the pipe and it’s big with some sort of mesh filter down a few feet.
May 16th, 2017
Playing piano with E? I’m doing all these great jazz chords and runs, and E’s in the way, plus there’s branches everywhere. I walk over and we drive down nice streets. Some women are in a small car and crash in front of us. E drives right by. We turn down a few streets and they’re there. They stop and talk to E. She’s trying to ignore them and we leave. Go up a dead-end street to a nice hotel, then turn back.
May 15th, 2017
On a couch with Judy B, kissing. We take off our clothes and she has some plastic shield in her panties. We start having sex. We go into the other room and hang out.
May 14th, 2017
Hanging out with Mike K, smoke a bunch of pot. Some guy comes to buy some, runs out. The money is fake-ones written on. Go outside, things are really phased out. Look over a cliff, then turn around and the air is striped and moving up and down.
