Reading old American Classics…

And I could tell within a sentence or two that the me in my youth made the correct call in high school to read the Ancient Classics like Homer, the Iliad and The Oddessy, and 1984, and Animal Farm, plus a few others, rather than tackle the American Classics in Lit. That’s not to say that I’m not enjoying it now, but sixteen, seventeen year old me would have HATED every single apostrophied guttural spliced second word in The Grapes of Wrath, and it’s timely ilk. I hated eubonics, pigeon english, and phonetically written spoken dialogue (that was a mouthful). I know it adds authenticity to the speaker, and the times, but what a puddle mouthed bunch of folks they were huh, makes for disjointed reading. Doesn’t bother me much now, I get where Boomhauer was coming from, but as a hearing impaired youth, it had to come to my head clear as a bell or else I would just nod and smile and carry on regardless of what was said. Probably why people thought I was aloof, and kind of an asshole. Sorry love, just couldn’t hear you or make heads nor tails of what you were jabbering on about. Thank god for texting and e-mail. What a godsend that all is. Woah! Yeah buddy.

Once I make it through GoW, I think I’ll give Moby Dick or War & Peace a try. I don’t typically read anything that depressing, but I’ve written a number of sad, depressed short stories in my time. Maybe now I will have the life experiences to be able to appreciate the depth of the work. Or I’ll hate it, and that’s $30 in the toilet. Oh well. Not every piece of literature is for everyone. Know what I mean. Given the times, maybe I should read A Hand Maids Tale. Seems to be on point for the state of the US currently. Or I could try Gone With The Wind? I’m sure there are plenty of semi current literary classics that I’ve missed to choose from.

Today is Tuesday, if I have any sense of time left. Next week we really need to shift our sleeping patterns back to the day shift so we can all wake up and eat before school starts. These first two weeks of school are bad for early mornings. We either have happy kids, or get to school on time. Rarely do I get both in early September. Dressed, eaten, hair done, and teeth brushed. Tall order after nine weeks of zero expectations of that happening before 8:00am. I guess if the kids did day camp the whole summer then they’d maintain that schedule and wouldn’t (potentially) fight it come the first days of the new school year.

Week Eight: The week we attempt to do all the things…

And have no such luck with any of it! Ha. Ain’t that a bitch. No matter. I think doing a fair amount of relaxing and unwinding counts as a thing in and of itself. But it being Monday, I am very aware of just how much house work I have to get done as soon as the kids go back to school again. I have a massive broken toy purge planned, and I plan to recycle 95% of all the school work that came home last year. Valentine’s Day cards can be sorted or jettisoned as well. Dolls and toys will get separated by child and stored away accordingly. Cabinets need a once over. We gently gave the closets and wardrobes a once over, so clothes wise we are set for September. Even after pulling out tonnes of clothes they still have more than enough to wear something new every day for nearly a month. Yeesh.

Given the weather we’ve had I’ll be out picking up leaves before you know it. And I’ll need to rewash the windows and drive way and get back in to weeding all of the neglected garden beds. Pruning hedges and shrubs prior to winter and first frosts. Lots to do, and that doesn’t even cover paid work. Last years newly refinished deck will need a washing to keep up the fresh colour of the stain I used last September.

Will need to have a think about projects for the house. I know we want some storage shelves beside the fireplace for the girls to keep toys, and be a playable surface, so I’ll sketch up some drawings after I take some measurements. I have lots of pine, 12 x 1 x 16ft in length. So that’s not going to be an issue. Utility, and function will play heavily into its design. I will paint it white, and can leave it at that as far as finishing it is concerned. I’ll need to come in under the window sills, and not cover any outlets either. Perhaps a cord pass through will be required for the upper most portion. A single two inch hole, or half hole against the wall for plugs to still be useable. Not a fan of holes in solid wood surfaces, but I also don’t want to render the socket useless as it’s closest to the tv, and we need it when charging the kids Chromebook and/or tablet for e-learning sessions and homework.

Anyway, if you can’t tell, I’m excited for the Fall, and I have lots planned, and lots to do. May the last two weeks of summer holidays be sunny and bright, or bring the rains you so desperately need, and you get to make some lasting pleasant memories with friends and family. Ciao Bella!

End of week seven, Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter.

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.

Tomorrow is Day 250.

How do you describe to someone what it feels like to have fundamentally changed a behaviour of your own. Nothing as monumental as say, quiting smoking, or getting sober. But, rather adding one tiny element into every single day, rain or shine, power or no, connection notwithstanding.  Feels a little self indulgent. Sounds a tad self righteous. Kinda seems more like a small shadowy facet of OCD. But no!, we call it discipline, and over the long run you get better at the thing you do a little of every single day, regardless of quality. Or not. I don’t think I have it in me to read all of the posts from Day 1 through Day 250, to see if I formulate better sentences, or have become more concise. Or even if my vocabulary has shrunk or grown during the process. A word art map would likely tell me which words I use most often. That would be funny to see. May show some insight into the inner working, bias of my mind. I’m sure that I write too passively. That I switch from first, to third person constantly. That all of my characters sound like me, saying the things that I woukd say in every single interaction. Snark, nonsense and all. I still find it fun though, so there is that.

In other news, I managed to bulk out my Ninja Turtle and add the shell to the main body. It is giving me some grief. But I don’t do free standing full figures any more. I have been focused on chest and head busts for the last few years. Also Apoxy Sculpt is really different from the clay, or sculpey that I’m used to working in. Hell of a learning curve with this stuff. However, forward progress is being made! Yahoo! When I get the shell covered, and the face put together on the skull I will show pictures of it. The WIP is just a bit too rough, if you know what I mean. Next time, perhaps.

Wearing ear plugs at concerts.

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.

Updates on things, and various goings on.

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!

The OG NFT, the Nutritional Facts Table.

That’s the only NFT that has any rules and regulations that I understand, all other NFT’s are pretenders to the throne. The nutritional facts table has been around for some time now, it has guidelines, rules and regulations you need to follow. It is clear and concise. Easy to read, in some cases, Bilingual too. Prominently displayed on the package and everything. Usually accompanied by the ingredients list. It has friends out in these street bruv! Don’t go dragging its name through the mud with your web sales of silly jpegs. The OG NFT will never die, long live the NFT!

Somehow it is Wednesday already. Week seven of summer holidays is rushing by at a break neck speed. Funny how nine weeks seems so long at the start, and then the final weeks close out in the blink of an eye. Not only that, but we had rain. Wet, splashy, glorious rain. My parched brown crispy lawn and trees thank you. I’m not going to get much Fall colour out of my trees this year. By mid September they’ll have emptied themselves all over the lawn in a brown shriveled mess of crunchy detritus. June was so rainy, but July and most of August were bone dry. A shame too.

Oh well. Up and at’em! Breakfast awaits. Ciao Bella!

Back at home – again.

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!

Chomping at the bit to go sleep in my own bed…

For the first time in nearly a months time. Summer break is beautiful up at the cottage, but being at home, in my full time bed, with my own pillows is where it’s at. I’m certain there will be several days of outdoor maintenance to do once we get home. No rain has fallen so my pumpkins and tomatoes are likely hanging by a thread, and my grass will most definitely be dead, and some trees will have dropped leaves on the scrub brush lawn. Weeds in the interlocking will be knee high by now. The beds with all have thistles and creeping weeds embedded in them. Oh lord. It’ll look horrendous regardless of how much work I had put in pre-vacation time. I swapped out home maintenance for cottage chores instead. And boat rides, tubing and day trips out and about.

I am looking forward to eating and sleeping on a normalized schedule at home. I have more projects likely to come in for edits this week, or to start new stuff.

Soon the pivotal tetris game to load the vehicle will commence. Plus the massive clean up effort here. Laundry & toy search for missing items. Today will have all the emotions from the kids to look forward to.

Playing Thunderbird golf with about a thousand gnats.

Was one stroke off the lead, managed to shoot par twice, 1st hole & 9th. Was happy about that. Two & three putt some holes because I’m an idiot, and duffed it way too hard. But it was tonnes of fun if a tad buggy, with about a 100,000 gnats. Fun times were had by all. Smooth and easy play through. Lots of laughs, some cursing and hollering too, if we’re being totally honest. My take away is, don’t build a golf course in a swamp. Otherwise it’s a great time. Would definitely play again.