Damn, August already. Don’t know where the year is going. And the new season is almost upon me. I’ve got two bands from Phoenix playing on the 18th, followed by Namoli Brennet on the 21st. After that I’ll be living at the theatre again. Events booked every weekend and every other weeknight through Christmas, then a short break before it starts all over again. Still no complaints. Not every planned event is necessarily my cuppa, but some are very cool and I’ve got a wide demographic to satisfy. I’m almost looking forward to the onslaught. It’ll be exhausting, but what a rush, huh?

I feel like I should be making the best of the time off I’ve been getting, but after a full week (and they are still very full weeks) all I want to do is vegetate on Sunday. It kind of sucks, because I was looking forward to getting out with my camera today, but doesn’t look like that’ll be happening. It’s been way too long and I suppose I could go it alone, but I’d rather have Donny along. It’s always much more interesting and gods know it’s been months since we’ve had any sort of outing together. One that doesn’t involve family or visiting friends. Sigh…

Poor Donny could use it too. He’s been having a string of bad luck lately. First his favorite co-worker was fired, then his iphone got drenched and now he’s discovered that he has to work tonight, giving him six nights in a row. He’s not a happy boy. Add to that a less than glowing review from his boss and a miniscule raise and he’s downright morose. Wish there was something I could do to cheer him up, but as long as he still has five more ten hour shifts to go, with nobody to talk to and no phone to distract him during the lulls, we may just have to ride this one out.

I’ll just make him something to eat when he gets up around noon, then try to distract him as best I can during the three and a half hours before he has to head off to work again. I hope this new job with the city comes through for him. It’s an office job, but it has benefits and will make use of his skills, something ye olde sex shoppe isn’t doing. It would be nice for him to have a regular schedule, again. Mine is already bad enough. Two erratic schedules makes for a couple of very cranky housemates.

Oh, and speaking of houses, there’s that groovy, rambling old manse we’re trying to rent, too. Should know tomorrow if we’re in or not. Good news would go a long way toward making him happy, even if it does fill me with dread. I hate moving. Detest it, really. The packing, the schlepping, the unpacking, the finding a place for everything all over again. The hours I don’t have that are necessary to make it happen. And did I mention that my season is about to start? Yeah, that… but if it makes the boy happy…

Framing is done! Time for a beer!

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Happy Dave.




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