Month: August 2022

Anyone who lives with, or is married to a teacher will know the significance of the end of week seven. In certain school boards they are due back into the classroom before August ends, and so a mad rush to accomplish tasks that have been left undone will commence. Although, I will say the whole point of the break was to actually get her to rest and unwind, do I find the whole struggle around doing tasks strange. Yes getting projects and tasks done is good, but that isn’t resting or relaxing. While reading on the boat at the lake is relaxing, but it doesn’t feel as though you’re doing much. I get that. I really do. But take the chance to disconnect and relax and be happy about it.

So here it is, day 250. Only 115 more days needed to fulfill a whole year long streak. I am sad to say that my work out streak took a three week hiatus as we went up to the lake, and did a whole bunch of day trips that interrupted my schedule. Plus I didn’t bring any free weights with me. But I promised to make an investment in myself once all of that traveling was done, so I have picked up a 30lb and a 35lb dumbbell for exercising different muscle groups at slightly increased resistance. If we had the space, and I had the money just burning a hole in my pocket, I’d love a squat rack and bars, and a whole set of free weights to be able to do olympic lifts at home. But I don’t have the room, or the ceiling height for it, so no point getting too attached to the idea. Any overhead lifting I do has to be done from my knees so I don’t put a hole in the ceiling. It’s uncomfortable but it works for the moment. My main goal once Covid is under wraps is to join a gym that has free weights. I don’t care much for machines. I want to do: front squats, back squats, shoulder press, push press & cleans, hanging cleans, clean & jerks, dead lifts, bench press, kettle bell swings. All crossfit related work outs, but I don’t want to go back to crossfit again. I just want to lift at my own pace, carefully. Wah-wah-wah. Yeah I know. I hear it as I write it.

Looks like three days of rain in the forecast. Will any of it reach the farm though? I have my doubts.

The last two or three times that I have gone to see Joe Satriani live in concert I wore ear plugs, because that dude turns his gear up to eleven, and then some. I remember buying two very expensive front row, centre seats to see Joe, in which I took one of my brothers with me. They played for three hours and it was deafening, even with the foam inserts pushed so far into our ear canals they nearly touched our brains. I got a set of Bass guitar strings directly from Stu Hamm. He had signed the Earnie Ball package and everything. Still have them too, if I can figure out where I’veput them for safe keeping. It was pretty incredible to sit four feet from the man himself playing all the greats, including but not limited to : Surfing with the Alien, Ice Nine, Satch Boogie etc… I think it was for the Engines of Creation tour. Or somewhere in that era. I saw his Super Colossal tour in Toronto too. Fell off the wagon of Satch grooves shortly thereafter. I think Soundgarden edged him out, and I turned on a grunge, alt rock kick for a while. Now it’s Wolfmother and the Blue Stones sort of a vibe. Life is funny that way.

I took my wife to see Joe Satriani at Massey Hall, we were way up high in the stands that time, and we still wore ear plugs. You could hear them playing from the street, clear as day. It was insanely loud. Thornley & Big Wreck get pretty loud, same with Big Sugar. Those folks are not afraid to blow out a speaker, nor an ear drum. Good times. Oddly enough Steve Vai at the Government was note reasonably eq’d. Smaller venue too. He’s another guitar virtuoso I hold in high regard. Fallen off his wagon too. Huh.

I think the last concert I attended was a free one in Richmond Hill, as a part of Cosmofest, with Big Wreck playing for about an hour or so. My first child was very little, so that’s gotta be almost eight years ago by now. I miss live shows. But I don’t miss the late nights, and other people. I took my wife to go see a Doug Stanhope comedy show at a club downtown and the drunken crowd kinda ruined it by interrupting constantly with free shots, and shouting drunkenly from the within the crowd. Put him off his game. Which sucked. But, that’s a live show for you with an edgy comedian. I know we didn’t have any kids at that point. Bought a t-shirt and haven’t gone to a comedy performance since.

Which reminds me, I have seen several stand up specials lately where I have not laughed at all. I’m not sure why, but I didn’t find any of the material funny. Bill Burr lost his steam, Ricky Gervais’ last just didn’t have “it”, Whitney Cummings was just kinda off. I think the only really semi recent thing I saw was by Ali Wong who was on fire, and that was the last thing I saw that actually evinced a spontaneous heartfelt belly laugh. Maybe I haven’t turned entirely to stone yet. Sebastian Maniscalco had a real funny bit about small kids, but that was pre pandemic, so I won’t count it here. Am I now a Woke prude, or what!?! I just didn’t find them funny. I tried Norm Macdonald’s last Netflix self tape monologue and gave up fifteen minutes in. Jo Koi has had some pretty decent showings in the last 3-5 years. Outside the bounds of ‘recently’ but still firing on all cylinders. Whatever.

I have once again picked up my shelved Ninja Turtle sculpture, and begun the process of smoothing out the torso, legs and arms. He still needs hands, feet and a head. Those I will tackle some point soonish. Then I’ll need to start adding skin texture and details to the underbody, and skin. I have a tin foil base set aside for the shell portion. I have a lot of fitment challenges going on with the shell that will need some looking after. I suppose that once I get the shell in a good state I can begin to add the layers of clothing, pads and armor the Turtles are known for. If I don’t muck it up, it could be one of my better turtle sculpts. At least this one will get painted, so that’s an added bonus, at least to me it is.

I picked up The Grapes of Wrath a month or two ago, and finally started to read that. Which is interesting. I’m only three chapters in, so I don’t have much of an opinion either way about it. I also bought a Carl Sagan book, the haunted something or other. I look forward to that book too. I think I might attempt to read some other older classics, if I can muscle it. Like Moby Dick, and War & Peace. That sort of thing. I shied away from tougher reading in my youth, and now I wonder if I missed out on something deeper in literature. Hard to tell. It could just be a long depressing slog that I’ll give up after forty pages. Don’t know until I try.

Haven’t had a chance to grab any raw materials for furniture projects. But I do have a line on one or two less expensive bass guitars. I play a six string guitar, and have always wanted to tool around on a bass. So enough waiting on dreaming, I’m going to get an inexpensive one, so that I can learn new parts to favourite songs. I’m not concerned with being good, but enjoying the doing of it. I’m no piano virtuoso, but I like to play snippets, and learn new riffs. To hell with being good! I like to do things for the fun of it! I kinds want to get a scaled down drum kit, but that could be a leap too far, you know what I mean. Loud, large and kind of annoying when the kids have at it. But should they choose to take up an instrument in their teens because of the exposure to how great live music is, then that’s a huge win for intrinsic value added to their lives. Might have to take the family on an extra vacation funded by my reports to sweet talk them all into letting me bring a full drum kit into the house. I do have a lot of hobbies already. We’ll see how the bass guitar goes over first huh? Yeah.

I definitely have my childrens book on my mind as of late. It’s all written, no issue there. It’s coming down to my lack of illustration chops after years of sitting unused. My pencil skills have diminished greatly. No duh! Use it or lose it! So, I’m trying something a little different with digital painting for my book. Rough going. But I’ve gotta be 70% done the project as a whole. I may need to put a hold on it until I can no longer work outdoors. Seems a shame to put furniture building down to paint on my computer when furniture building has a hard cut off date in early December. Decisions decisions….

In the next two weeks I’ll have to start a massive clean up effort for our poor neglected house. It will cheer me up, and make me feel less anxious in the space. Back to my regular domestic duties Monday/Tuesday schedule. Oh boy! Ciao Bella!

A month up in the woods was great, did some paid work while still getting out on the boat, to go tubing, ice cream trips to the marina, and to swim & hot tub with the kids. Best of both worlds. Making money and having a blast with my children when things got slow in the mornings, then mid afternoon towards dinner time. Hard to go wrong with that kind of a day planned out. Plus day trips to the Amethyst mine, Eagle Nest Lookout, and the Bancroft Rock hound Gemboree. It was a great late July & early August. Now we can settle back into a routine here at home in preparation for a return to schooling and working full time, for my spouse.

Which means I guess we’ll get to hear Lecce bad mouth all the teachers for a few months, then potentially have a strike situation come December or the new year. Gah! I hate the way the MoE plays at politics instead of getting anything done. Selfie Lecce is kind of a lazy bum. He’s got time for Timmy selfies with Nona, but no time for schools and children. He should be working a high end clothier boutique in Concord, not over seeing Education. What a mess.

Anyway, I’m in the process of making edits on a report, so back to work I go. Ciao Bella!

But I’ve never had a problem with crying when something I deeply cared about turned so far sideways it was no longer salvageable. Could be I’m the youngest, “the baby” and didn’t have to be as tough because I was “only little”, and now I don’t worry about bottling everything up, or pushing until I break. I certainly see those constraints placed on others, to have had to Man-up, Nut-up or Sack-up and carry on as though nothing had happened. Give a guy a chance to breathe and they’d be a lot healthier both physically and mentally. A lot of shit can really shake you. Doesn’t mean they won’t come back and power through, but given a chance to atleast admit, “jesus this shit is sucking at my will to live!”, then go back and accomplish said thing might actually let some of these folks live a semi-normal life if they come out the other side. Human beings feel things. It’s not a weakness. But you have to be willing to work through it, or it’ll eat you up and kill you in one way or another. Shits hard yo! Give’em a chance to breathe, grieve or get angry before demanding more sacrifices of them. Dudes dropping dead in their forties and fifties because they suppressed every single emotion after the age of three is a nasty pill to swallow. Good on that Rugby dude for knowing when his head wasn’t in the right place. To show human frailty takes courage, especially if it’s getting at you internally, and becoming noticeable externally via physical ailments and maladies. Tough to see.

It is now Saturday. I’m off to visit family for an evening. My folks just celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary in Campbell River with two of my brothers. The sun is out, it’s warm but not scorching hot. Lovely day to be alive. Ciao Bella!