Dear Evan Hansen — Sept. 24, 2021

Tonight was date night for me and Wifey Poo. We swung by Stone Summit Steak & Seafood for a drink — she, a fruity white wine; me, a Woodford Reserve, neat — and then went to see Dear Evan Hansen. I’d wanted to catch it back when it was on the stage and never had. The movie was good. Good storytelling. A good story to tell. Probably not one that did my already heavy heart a lot of good, but sometimes feeling sad can be cathartic. Not sure this is one of those times, though. I like that it tackled the realities of mental illness without giving you that “oh, everything’s great now” happy ending, and it shows the depth of unintended shit you can sink into when you’re battling and trying to get better. Been there, done that.


Want to See The Crue?

Back before The Modern Plague swept the world, I was all set to go to North Carolina to, yes, see my parents, but also to go see Motley Crue, Def Leppard, Poison and Joan Jett at Bank of America Stadium. Wifey Poo had given me tickets for my birthday. Well, a lot has changed since then. Millions of people are dead, I don’t have a plan to get to Charlotte on June 28, 2022, quite yet, Vince Neil is a freaking embarrassment and my tickets are up for sale. Anyone interested?


The ‘Don’t Blame Me, I Didn’t Say It’ of the Day

‘The parts we can’t tell, we carry them well, but that doesn’t mean they’re not heavy.’

Amandla Stenberg, as alana, dear Evan Hansen

One Last House Call

We’re set to close on Old House this Monday. Talked to my Realtor’s executive assistant today, and everything is on track with no expected issues. We’re making one last trip over this weekend. Might sound stupid, but we have a lot of firewood there that actually came from here (New House) after I helped FIL chop some dead trees down awhile back and, with the weather cooling, we’re going to bring some of it back to where it lived and died to provide some warmth during the winter chill.


Today’s Reasons to Keep Living

  1. October budget meeting day is Saturday for me and Wifey Poo. We haven’t had one of these in a long time. It’s good to find a home for every dollar you’re going to spend.
  2. There are more words inside of me that need to be written.
  3. Boy The Younger has his second cross country meet Monday.

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Punk! — Nov. 5, 2021

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Work Drinkin’ – Sept. 3, 2021

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