Guitar, Pizza, Shopping
I enjoy reading Lileks and his life is similar to mine in some ways — we both have daughters we love, we both have wives we won’t talk about here (probably for different reasons, however,) we both have amused interactions with people in grocery stores.
There the similarities most likely end. I do hope that somebody will someday think I’m funny, but if it’s the kind of digressive everything-but-the-kitchen-sink grab bag of compulsively allusive gags Lileks dives into, I will most likely simply be channeling him.
So.
Last night I took Annie to her guitar lesson. Her lesson is at 7:0 but her teacher’s 6:30 lesson never shows so they call every Monday and ask us to come at 6:30 if we can. One of these days I’ll seek to formalize the time change and we’ll never be there at 6:30 again, most like.
While she strummed and plucked, I went to the Starbucks connected to the music school. A Starbucks connected to a music school! Genius! It helps that the whole complex is situated on a lovely little lake.
Then: to Walmart for school supplies! A pilgrimage she had been eagerly anticipating for weeks. I told her, sure, I’ll take you, but first you have to start getting up before noon. Act like you’re going to be going to be going to school and I’ll act the same way.
Truth be told, I was looking forward to it more than she and my putting it off was as much about character-building delaying of gratification for me as for her. She’s a boon shopping companion, not grabby or whiny in the least and fun to riff on the store items with. We found an item that nobody else in the whole store could find, and I don’t know whose idea it was to dig into the rubble at the bottom of the display to look for one that might have fallen, but we found two. We looked around for a fellow shopper we had encountered looking for the same item, but didn’t find him until it was too late.
We also had pizza (except she ordered a sub) and tried the “Macaroni Bites” appetizer. It was…tasty. It was also horrible. Globs of mac & cheese covered in dough and deep fried. It would have been better if the dough had any kind of character but it encased the mac glob like a pillowcase. Never again.
I’ve dropped out of a show I got a part in. I am hoping to do another show instead and this was by way of clearing the decks. I felt bad about doing that, but the show I’m hoping for is one I’ve dreamed of doing for decades — who knows when I might get another shot at it? I fear I might have started a minor exodus from the show, as a castmate informed me after I’d dropped that he might also be dropping. (Seriously, I’m sure he’s dropping for his own reasons totally un-encouraged by me.)
I played a little Full Tilt Poker, quit after losing $5 in about as many minutes. I can tell when I’m not wanted.
Still reading “A Game of Thrones” on my phone. The Kindle app is nice and addictive but the quality control of their conversion process could use a lot of help. Wonder if they have a link to report problems in editions?
