Right now, I mean right now, this is what's going on.
I am preparing a healthy supper of fish and shrimp in a garlic, caper, olive oily sauce and mashed cauliflower. Healthy, for the most part. That's how we do it nowadays. I was getting obese from eating whatever the hell I wanted. Now we're cooking good shit and not eating Chinese or pizza every other night. Don't worry though, we'll still tear up a raw cow from time to time and we're always fully stocked on bacon.
I am listening to and watching Willie Nelson live in concert in Austin, circa 1974. That's what my daughter likes to listen to, so there you go. It's amazing for many reasons. One, Willie was roughly my age when this was recorded. Now, he doesn't have the gray hair yet, but I have to say that I still look 15 years younger than he did back then. Now that I read this, it's not a great comparison. Music was phenomenal back then, minus the disco. '74 saw country music morph into a beautiful thing that pushed the boundaries of traditional country, and it worked. Unlike the bro-country of 2015 that needs desperately to go away. I'm looking at you, Blake Shelton. You had AC/DC coming onto the rock scene. The Ramones. Waylon Jennings. The year that I was born was a swell year for good music.
I just walked outside to dump some onion skins, cauliflower stumps, and whatnot into the compost pile. As I walked outside, I immediately smelled my grill. I'm not grilling anything tonight, it's just the residual aroma from an often used cooking device. It made me smile.
Guarantee my dog is out there eating up all the vegetable scraps. He'll be vomiting soon.
Today I went to physical therapy. Not mental, physical. I threw my back out last Friday. Worst pain I think I've ever had. Could barely pee, due to all the core muscles that you use for peeing that you don't even notice help you pee, being inflamed. How did I throw my back out? It was from lifting my 17lb daughter out of her excer-saucer. This has been my main concern being an old dad. I don't want to break down physically or mentally prematurely. I want to play and wrestle and run with my kid(s). Old, decrepit dad can't do that. Young, active dad can. I owe it to Ruby Margaret to be the latter. At any rate, therapy went well--I'm feeling decent.
While eating supper tonight, Ape and I watched the latest episode of Gotham. Best damn show on network television. They did it right. Sky is the limit with it's potential. I suppose I get a little more excited about it than most, me being a comic geek and whatnot. But they really did set themselves up for an endless run of great episodes. You've got your young Penguin coming up through the ranks of organized crime, getting a little crazier each episode. (Lt) Jim Gordon solidifying himself as a tough, ethical cop. Catwoman, Riddler, Harvey Dent, a young Bruce Wayne. Shit man, they haven't even touched on the Joker yet. Anyway, it's good.
Willie live in '74 is over and the music box has switched to AC/DC's "High Voltage". An outstanding transition.
The family and I went home to Springfield over New Year's. While we were there, we recorded a couple of songs. That's right. My dad and good friend Jeff are musicians who play together regularly under the name Zoo Pass. Don't ask, they'd been drinking. Add my good friend and ex-bandmate Bryan, and my wife, who has a beautiful voice, and you've got yourself a band. We learned, played, and recorded two songs, with my dad on the banjo, Jeff playing upright bass, Bryan playing the guitar, me on the washboard, and April singing. We cut a tune called "Ruby, Are You Mad At Your Man?", obviously after our daughter, Ruby, and a Merle Haggard tune the old band and I used to cover called "Mama Tried". It was a ton of fun and after Jeff got done mixing them, it was a ton of fun to listen to. Afterwards, we drank heavily and decided we'd call ourselves Evil Fred Nolan and her Campbell Street Orchestra. Don't ask, we'd been drinking.
All right, I'm all done typing & shit. Have a swell Tuesday evening.