Whaddawegothere, um... 21:26... er, 9:26pm?
Okay. Not too late. Another concoction might be admissible as ethanol evidence.
Of course, I'll be awaiting my wife's lead in this matter lest I overstep a doghouse-punishable line.
Oh, gosh, I'm exaggerating. She's honestly not like that at all. Not *intentionally*, at any rate.
And yet do they somehow know *exactly* what works!
We're watching "Cheers", of all things.
It's still amazingly good.
Three people came by to rehearse for our next twice-a-month-on-Tuesday performance, and they went well. It's Beatles night, which makes it pretty simple being the lingua franca of music.
Well, for people my age, anyway.
I'd thought I'd long ago worn out my ability to appreciate their music, but I guess not. I was once again astonished by their simple brilliance. One guy and I got in an interesting discussion on whether "Something" or "Don't Let Me Down" were the better love song. It should have been recorded.
That kind of thing is a given amongst Beatles' fans. They've the power to tighten vision across participants. I mean literally in the sense of losing conceptual peripheral vision to focus on every least detail of a given song, or Beatles history/personality subtopic.
In the last year or so we moved to a locale (my wife's hometown, in fact) in which another Beatles fan I met years ago lives. I don't remember how we encountered each other... I want to say his sister owned a wine bar we visited. But, anyway, I came to his house... and we literally played (guitar) and sang for eight or nine hours. That my fingertips or vocal chords ever recovered from that day/night is a miracle.
On another topic, I really loved:
2024-11-11 griekspoor - calling ithere in the pub. It wasn't enough to convince me I'm not considered the participant most here most wish would disappear, but it did give me hope for the place.
Fantastic day in progress!
Wife and I had a morning of heart-to-heart several topics, whose wheels could easily have all come off in massively painful ways, and yet we endured a ton of misunderstanding and revelation, and feel closer, and more grateful than ever for being together.
It was a kind of honesty I'm considering more vital than ever to not shirk from when interacting with others. Not speaking my mind continues to lead to far more ongoing misery than any immediate misery that being honest could incur in the moment.
I'm going to credit Trump for helping me re-realize that.
After all the hoaxes, law-fare, removals from ballots, and other signs of mental illness leveled his direction, he just kept insisting on being himself. I don't agree with all the details, but I appreciate his transparency, and social/public bravery for not kowtowing to what I'll call "the 'morality' of the self-righteous" that fundamentalists have attempted to bind/jail the rest of us in.
If you were believing the Hitler, fascist, and "existential threat to democracy" bullshit based upon more fundamental bullshit like the "fine people" hoax, the "drink bleach" hoax, and so many others, I feel for you.
Wow, managed to sleep until 7:11am after hitting the sack around 10:00pm. Fantastic. Not that it helped me feel much better, because at this age "better" is apparently a thing of the past.
But I'll take it.
We had a blast with two other couples at a brewery bar. I can't remember the fancy name of what I had, but it was fabulous. And thanks to J--- for picking up the tab!
Most of the discussion was about the music of our earlier times, which happens a lot when people our age gather. We were extremely lucky.
Glanced at YouTube, and apparently there's still much wailing and gnashing of teeth in progress. Amazing, the power of repeating the same things to oneself! As though re-petition and re-ality are joined at the hip, no?!
Heh... of *course* they are.
Be careful what you repeat to your"self"....