Oh hello Internets I did not see you there. What is the happenstance? How is it that you are doing? OK, I will stop speaking like a poorly translated phrasebook.
I don’t know why I’ve been so blasé about writing lately. I am still fairly freaked out on a daily basis when I am at my job, and when I’m not, I want to distance myself from computers as much as I can.
My toe is healing and will continue to do so over the next few weeks if I continue with the Epsom salts baths and sensible shoes. Thanks for the nice thoughts, friends.
We saw The Pogues tonight with Terri, Ezra, and their friend Tim. I was pretty evenly split between enjoying the music, feeling like Miss No-Fun because I didn’t stand and dance around and make the Orpheum balcony that much wobblier (I wouldn’t have been able to see the stage any better, plus I think I’m coming down with what my boy’s had for the past week so sitting felt best), and worrying about Shane McGowan’s shakiness. At one point, he staggered stage-left and collapsed. The band were quiet for a bit (and some yobbo behind me yelled, “C’mon Shane, I got money ridin’ on ya!”) before launching into an instrumental in an attempt to distract the audience from whatever resuscitation he required and the roadies mopping the stage with rags.
I’m oh-so-gradually making progress on the Pinup Queen sweater I started again from scratch. I leave for Indiana a week from Thursday to bury my father’s ashes, the February trip having been thwarted by snow and ice. And that’s really about it as far as news goes. See why I haven’t been posting?