It has begun…
The day started like usual on a day the wife goes to work.
Bode and I say good-bye from the garage as she drives away.
I walk back in the house to find that Abby has counter surfed and found the butter box that I hadn’t recycled yet. At least I put the actual butter in the fridge. She’s torn the box into little pieces, looking for treasure I guess, but it’s just a small cardboard box with nothing. I clean that up and scold her.
I review my schedule in my head.
My team, UCLA, is playing today in the Pac-12 tournament against Arizona St. The game is at noon and is on Pac-12 Network TV, which we don’t get at home, stupid DirecTV.
So I’ll head down to the local sports bar in Centralia to catch the game. I don’t hold much hope for the Bruins this year. Sure they finished atop the Pac-12, but they can’t rebound and don’t play defense–not a winning formula for playoff basketball. That’s about four hours from now.
Only honey-do of the day is to pay a couple of bills.
I have my guitar lesson at five tonight at the Matrix, but I usually go down a couple of hours early to talk with Rick and anybody else hanging around.
The Matrix is a great place, local ambiance and all. I need to find an hour or so to practice before my lesson.
Oh, guitars… if anyone is ever in the Great Northwest looking to buy or have a guitar worked on this is the BEST PLACE EVER! Hands on Guitars Custom workmanship, honest and knowledgeable.
I need to stop at the grocery store… work on a web page for a restaurant… work on class assignments for my two classes and I know I’ve forgotten some things.
Right now the pack is keeping me company in the office, watching out the window for intruders.
Time for classwork. I need to catch up on my Adv. Fiction Writing class.