December 1st & 2nd 2016
Wow! December 1st already. Where did the year go? Not my favourite time of year. I enjoy the family, friendship, food and love that comes with Christmas. I have abstained from the celebration of greed for several years. The lovely Grandma Lisa takes care of the Grand kids. I prefer to focus my energies on the spirit of Christmas. I bake shortbread cookies and give them as gifts. We fill our house with family and friends on Christmas day, never less than 20. The greatest gift we can give to the people we love is the gift of time. Any way, I have the outdoor lights half up. Another part of Christmas I like. The lights . The lovely Lisa and I always take the scenic routes home through the residential neighbourhoods looking at the lights.
That was just a mini rant while I was getting my big rant lined up in my head. Several times I have been mistaken for Santa by small children and adults who think that's funny. They shall be getting coal in their stockings. The adults not the kids! I wasn't going to write about this because I wasn't sure how to take it or even how I feel about it. Should I be offended? Should I be flattered? Three times when we were in Las Vegas someone asked if the lovely Lisa was my daughter? My daughter?!!Is the world seeing something different when they look at me than I'm seeing when I look in the mirror?! Do I have fun house mirrors in my house? Does that mean the lovely Lisa looks that young? Or do I look that old? There. I said it. It's off my chest. Now I can just curl into a ball and wait to die! Not likely! I have had my one year checkup since my heart surgery. With the Lipid Centre and with my Cardiologist and the say I could live another 20 years with the new plumbing and the lifestyle changes. Great, people will be asking if the lovely Lisa is my Granddaughter!
Tuesday night I went to the open Mic at Judge Begbies Tavern in New Westminster. I wanted to play my new Christmas song. I killed it. No really. It died a horrible death. I had the wrong rhythm and couldn't read the words, my glasses steamed up and I was playing it way too fast. I stopped twice just to emphasise the fact I was screwing up. If I didn't do that , how would they know? Any way, I need to have it memorised before I play it in public again. I did a couple of other originals and could have stuck around and played some more but I was taking Brother Peter to an Eye Clinic downtown.
I went and picked Brother Peter at his home in Port Coquitlam. If he had to deal with the Handidart it would be an all day adventure and I don't think that He's up to that much adventure. Over the years I've learned to be supportive of his delusions. He gets quite upset if you try to convince him that these things never happened. It certainly makes for interesting if one sided conversations. We were in town with an hour to spare so I took Brother Peter to McDonalds for lunch. That's where he wanted to go. He just got new dentures a few days before and was struggling to eat with them. It seemed to take forever for him to finish his meal. What I thought was a routine appointment with a Doctor was actually a ninety minute test.
I drove down to Granville Island to have a look around. Only to drive in circles for twenty minutes trying to find a parking space before driving off the Island without stopping. Well not really, the one lane off the Island was backed up to parking lot status! I went to a coffee shop on Broadway where I found free parking. Ordered a coffee and poached the free WiFi for forty minutes. I was parked in front of the Eye Clinic on Willow Street with my flashers on. It was ten minutes later than I was told. I would go in, grab Brother Peter and get out of downtown before the rush hour starts. In Vancouver that's about 3:00. He wasn't done. I was told a few more minutes. I was starting to be concerned about my illegally parked vehicle. Flashers will only buy you so much time and the parking Nazis in Vancouver don't even have to write any thing down. Just your number plate and a computer printout and your out $50! It was 2:45 by the time he was done. The parking Nazi was handing out a ticket half way down the block at one of the $4.00 an hour parking meters. I flipped him the bird and we were gone. Conversation with Brother Peter can be anything from embarrassing to awkward. I just turn up the radio. I dropped him at Save On Food with the $20 I gave him. Like a lot of people with his issues budgeting his money is not a strong point. I stopped and said hello to Mark and Lea, who live nearby, on my way home. There is a Christmas song writing contest being held by 98.7 The Point that I have entered. The top three songs will be played live on the radio on Monday the 12th between 9:00 and 11:00 and then be in the rotation for the rest of the season. Lots of my musical friends have entered. We play our songs live next Thursday night at the Fireball Lounge for a panel of Judges. I'm looking forward to the show.
Thursday we started on Christmas. At least the lovely Lisa Christmas Psycho did! 24 rubbermaid containers came out of the attic. That doesn't count the tree which is in 3 giant garbage bags also in the attic. The house is an absolute disaster. Rubbermaids and bubble wrap strewn from arsehole to breakfast! I don't know what that means but my Dad used to say that. I get the arsehole part but the breakfast thing always confused me. It was at this point with a belly full of meatballs I made my way to the Fireball, soon to be the Mystique Lounge due to a nasty letter from a lawyer. I like this room. I was up 7th and had a good set with the regular guys. I headed out just before 11:00 after I listened to Bill Frew and Linda. I walked into a Christmas Wonderland, if the Elves were slobs, I am, and Santa was drunk! He must have been! It was like a Christmas grenade exploded in the living room! I went to bed about 2:00 with the lovely Lisa Christmas psycho saying " Just one more " she came to bed about 3:30 but she's about half way done. Lameo on the pictures. Actually no pictures.
That's all I've got
Till next time
Peace out Y'all
That was just a mini rant while I was getting my big rant lined up in my head. Several times I have been mistaken for Santa by small children and adults who think that's funny. They shall be getting coal in their stockings. The adults not the kids! I wasn't going to write about this because I wasn't sure how to take it or even how I feel about it. Should I be offended? Should I be flattered? Three times when we were in Las Vegas someone asked if the lovely Lisa was my daughter? My daughter?!!Is the world seeing something different when they look at me than I'm seeing when I look in the mirror?! Do I have fun house mirrors in my house? Does that mean the lovely Lisa looks that young? Or do I look that old? There. I said it. It's off my chest. Now I can just curl into a ball and wait to die! Not likely! I have had my one year checkup since my heart surgery. With the Lipid Centre and with my Cardiologist and the say I could live another 20 years with the new plumbing and the lifestyle changes. Great, people will be asking if the lovely Lisa is my Granddaughter!
Tuesday night I went to the open Mic at Judge Begbies Tavern in New Westminster. I wanted to play my new Christmas song. I killed it. No really. It died a horrible death. I had the wrong rhythm and couldn't read the words, my glasses steamed up and I was playing it way too fast. I stopped twice just to emphasise the fact I was screwing up. If I didn't do that , how would they know? Any way, I need to have it memorised before I play it in public again. I did a couple of other originals and could have stuck around and played some more but I was taking Brother Peter to an Eye Clinic downtown.
I went and picked Brother Peter at his home in Port Coquitlam. If he had to deal with the Handidart it would be an all day adventure and I don't think that He's up to that much adventure. Over the years I've learned to be supportive of his delusions. He gets quite upset if you try to convince him that these things never happened. It certainly makes for interesting if one sided conversations. We were in town with an hour to spare so I took Brother Peter to McDonalds for lunch. That's where he wanted to go. He just got new dentures a few days before and was struggling to eat with them. It seemed to take forever for him to finish his meal. What I thought was a routine appointment with a Doctor was actually a ninety minute test.
I drove down to Granville Island to have a look around. Only to drive in circles for twenty minutes trying to find a parking space before driving off the Island without stopping. Well not really, the one lane off the Island was backed up to parking lot status! I went to a coffee shop on Broadway where I found free parking. Ordered a coffee and poached the free WiFi for forty minutes. I was parked in front of the Eye Clinic on Willow Street with my flashers on. It was ten minutes later than I was told. I would go in, grab Brother Peter and get out of downtown before the rush hour starts. In Vancouver that's about 3:00. He wasn't done. I was told a few more minutes. I was starting to be concerned about my illegally parked vehicle. Flashers will only buy you so much time and the parking Nazis in Vancouver don't even have to write any thing down. Just your number plate and a computer printout and your out $50! It was 2:45 by the time he was done. The parking Nazi was handing out a ticket half way down the block at one of the $4.00 an hour parking meters. I flipped him the bird and we were gone. Conversation with Brother Peter can be anything from embarrassing to awkward. I just turn up the radio. I dropped him at Save On Food with the $20 I gave him. Like a lot of people with his issues budgeting his money is not a strong point. I stopped and said hello to Mark and Lea, who live nearby, on my way home. There is a Christmas song writing contest being held by 98.7 The Point that I have entered. The top three songs will be played live on the radio on Monday the 12th between 9:00 and 11:00 and then be in the rotation for the rest of the season. Lots of my musical friends have entered. We play our songs live next Thursday night at the Fireball Lounge for a panel of Judges. I'm looking forward to the show.
Thursday we started on Christmas. At least the lovely Lisa Christmas Psycho did! 24 rubbermaid containers came out of the attic. That doesn't count the tree which is in 3 giant garbage bags also in the attic. The house is an absolute disaster. Rubbermaids and bubble wrap strewn from arsehole to breakfast! I don't know what that means but my Dad used to say that. I get the arsehole part but the breakfast thing always confused me. It was at this point with a belly full of meatballs I made my way to the Fireball, soon to be the Mystique Lounge due to a nasty letter from a lawyer. I like this room. I was up 7th and had a good set with the regular guys. I headed out just before 11:00 after I listened to Bill Frew and Linda. I walked into a Christmas Wonderland, if the Elves were slobs, I am, and Santa was drunk! He must have been! It was like a Christmas grenade exploded in the living room! I went to bed about 2:00 with the lovely Lisa Christmas psycho saying " Just one more " she came to bed about 3:30 but she's about half way done. Lameo on the pictures. Actually no pictures.
That's all I've got
Till next time
Peace out Y'all
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