I was looking forward to playing a Red Kettle gig at one of the malls in town after work today. 

I really was.

Unfortunately for me, the weather was horrible (low thirties and raining) and the Salvation Army cancelled the gig.  I seem to be the only one of the potential musicians who was disappointed by this.  I honestly don’t know why.  I love playing.  Maybe when you do it for a living it’s not fun.  I can’t believe that, but maybe.

At any rate, instead of playing my horn, I drove over the Marietta and hung out with a couple of friends for a while.  Got free food, played with a Great Dane (named Nellie Bell – as in Vaclav), watched a bit of television, and then left because I was really starting to feel like a third wheel.

Ever heard the theory that quitting smoking is a piece of cake if you make it three days?  Let me tell you, that’s a load of crap.  Monday will be three weeks for me – if I make it to Monday.  I think it gets worse the longer I go.  I kid, of course, about making it to Monday.  I’m done with ’em.  When I was a little kid – probably 6 or 7 – I hated getting out of bed (yes, I still do).  I remember Dad earnestly explaining the concept of will power on one chilly winter morning after he’d come to wake me up for about the third time.  I’m sure he was convinced that I didn’t have any.  Maybe he still is.  What’s interesting, however, is that – though I really do hate getting out of bed – I have an amazing will when I decide that something is important, whether that something *is* important or not.

But I digress.  As I said, I worked today, then went over to Marietta, now I’m home.

Last night I left work and went to the grocery store for some cat food and started up a text “conversation” with Chris while shopping.  I missed her a great deal and she sounded like she was bored out of her mind; so, to make a long story short, I ended up driving two hours to take her out to dinner.  Did I mention that Chris lives two hours away from me?  Perhaps I should have.  She’s still talking about doing that doctorate thing, by the way.  And that’d be more like 10 hours away from me.  Grrrr….

Anyway, we got sushi.  She’s big on sushi.  I’m not, but I could learn.  I’ve only had it about three times before last night, and those times were at, for example, a Chinese buffet.  Last night we went to an actual sushi place and I’ve got to say that I enjoyed the stuff.  Perhaps it was just the company – but I think the preparation had something to do with it, too.  I prefer the sushimi (I think that’s what it’s called) to the rolled stuff, by the way.

I may go to Macon tomorrow to shoot some pictures.  I’m growing increasingly enamoured of that little town.  I’d like to pick up a Canon 50MM lens in the morning and then cruise down to shoot at the cemetery or just around town.  We’ll see what happens.  Rich Ita is having sort of a party tomorrow night and I’ve been invited. Might be fun.  Might not be.  I’ll have to make up my mind tomorrow.

I do like going to Rich’s house, because it’s a nice house and it gives me ideas about what to do with mine.  He’s got two interesting table/boxes that I’ve spent some time analyzing.  I may build something similar for myself. 

TWD