With my wife. Without whom…
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With my wife. Without whom…
Neat how a photograph can send me backward…this one from Bob taken at a signing in Iowa City brings back memories of a warm evening, a great cup of drip coffee that morning at the Java House, and sitting on an I-80 on-ramp with the window open to the sound of birds and blowing grasses as I did a phone interview with a radio station back home. So thanks, Bob:
So last night was the final class of our required biannual emergency first responder refresher course. These days I am privileged to be answering calls with the Emergicare division of our local Township Fire Department, but the only refresher that fit my schedule was the one up in New Auburn, with my old Population 485 crew. So it’s been fun. A goofball reunion of sorts.
My good friend, neighbor, and butcher, Bob the One-Eyed Beagle was in fine form last night. He informed me that yesterday someone came by the meat market with a bunch of books and asked him to sign each one of’em. He got a big kick out of that. Then he told the story of how he hauled an old defunct TV to the recycling center the other day. He says he stopped at the cafe and one of the regulars asked him why he had a TV in the back of his pickup. “I told him I was trying to get the Outdoor Channel!” said Beagle.
Took the two farm cats in for a some elective surgery this morning. Was fun to talk to the veterinarian and another one of the employees, as they both knew my grandparents, in particular my grandmother. Grandma was a tough-talking, Carlton-100s-smoking woman who started the local humane association and animal shelter. Somewhere she is smiling, knowing our cats will be neutered.
I cannot speak for the cats.
Just enough “pack” left in the snow last night after school so that the two young’ns and I were able to make some snow people. Also got to see the two-year-old on the swing, swooping back and forth over the white expanse. Y’know you’re a Wisconsin toddler when you understand what the phrase “it’s packing snow!” means, and when you quite happily swing back and forth in the cold winter dusk while bundled in snowpants, down jacket and a hot pink earflapper cap.
I like the mystical melancholy of this track by Luke Redfield.
Holing up to write for the morning. I have something going, want to keep it rolling.
Dinner last night with dear friends, recently married. How good to see the love in their eyes.
The official Tiny Pilot world tour (“tour” because it’s four stops in one week) (“world tour” because we’re doing one show in Minnesota) is set:
March 16 – Washburn, Wisconsin.
March 18 – Spring Green, Wisconsin.
March 19 – Winona, Minnesota.
March 20 – Menomonie, Wisconsin.
(We’re already booking more Long Beds shows for the fall and early 2011.)
The Tiny Pilot album is available for pre-order (including free digital download).
And of course Mike and/or Mike and the Long Beds are already booked for many additional 2010 appearances.
The new issue of Men’s Health magazine contains an essay I wrote about my non-drinking ways. Included is the anecdote of how being alcohol-free got me kicked off a jury.
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