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The Year in Review

December 23, 2009

This door is always open,
This door is always open,
No one has the guts to shut us out.
But if we have to go now,
I guess there’s always hope that,
Some place will be serving after hours.
  

This night is winding down but
Time means nothing,
As always at this hour
Time means nothing,
One final, final round ’cause
Time means nothing,
Say that you’ll stay
Say that you’ll stay
  

We’re finally drunk enough that,
We’re finally soaking up,
The hours that everyone else throws away.
And if we have to go now,
I guess there’s always hope,
Tomorrow night will be more of the same.
  

This night is winding down but
Time means nothing,
As always at this hour
Time means nothing,
One final, final round ’cause
Time means nothing,
Say that you’ll stay
Say that you’ll stay
Say that you’ll stay.
  

We’re all right where we’re supposed to be,
We’re all right where we’re supposed to be,
We’re all right where we’re supposed to be,
(Time means nothing)
We’re all right where we’re supposed to be,
(Time means nothing)
  

This door is always open,
This door is always open,
No one has the guts to shut us out.
No one has the guts to shut us out.
  

Time means nothing,
Time means nothing,
One final, final round ’cause
Time means nothing,
Say that you’ll stay
Say that you’ll stay
Say that you’ll stay.
  

We Are ScientistsAfter Hours  

I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m more than happy to say goodbye and good riddance to 2009. Not one of my favorites by any stretch of the imagination. I realize I haven’t posted for a while and it’s not like I didn’t have opinions on all the things that went on this year, but when everything that inspired me to write started with, “you gotta be fucking kidding me?!?” you know it isn’t going to be much more than venting 🙂 .  

little babies

Fat Babies

So that having been said, here’s a bit of the year in pictures. Back in the spring, there were a whole passel of prairie dog puppies born in the lot across the street. By fall, they were all fattened up and ready to hibernate for the year.  

WTF?

This year also brought me an application for AARP. Really? Much like the University of Miami mailings that I’ve received at every single address where I’ve lived even though I’ve *never* corresponded with them *ever*, this application came to me unsolicited and unwelcome. I still haven’t figured out what I want to be when I grow up, I can’t be ready to retire yet. But I guess we’re all hurtling through this life at sixty minutes an hour and like Ferris says, “Life moves pretty fast. You don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”  

Just Grazin' Through

Speaking of looking around, I was working at a Client’s house this year in Genesee and a huge herd of Elk just kind of grazed their way through my Client’s back yard. They started up the hill and ate their way into the open space down the mountain. That was pretty amazing to watch. Fortunately, Laura wasn’t there pretending to be a mountain loin or there no doubt would’ve been blood on the slopes.  

I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it.

Labor Day brought Larry’s annual Labor Day party. He’s tried to have it at other times of the year, but what with the name and all it just became too confusing.  

Can you read that? I can't read that.

The party always turns into a jam session after dinner and anyone who wants a chance to play/sing gets one. It’s nice to have musicians and singers attend the party or this part of the evening would turn out less fun than it is 🙂 .  

Too F*cking Loud!!

The following weekend, I happened into a couple of tickets to “Chickenfoot”. Mitch and I rounded up our ear plugs and ventured out to see Joe Satriani, Chad Smith of the Chili Peppers, and Michael Anthony and Sammy Hagar of Van Halen rock out. While I enjoyed the show, damn it was loud. As you can imagine, we saw a lot of fist pumpers there destroying their hearing along with the rest of us. There didn’t seem to be quite as many fine women as I saw at the Thievery Corporation show though 🙂 .  

Later, Mitch and I stopped by one of our local drinkeries and discovered the wonders of Rye Whiskey. Mitch said it tasted like his Grandma’s Rye bread and I had visions of clandestinely slipping in to a speakeasy in the ’20’s.  

The Girls and Matt

In mid-October I had the pleasure of seeing “Wicked” when Betsy offered me the spare ticket she had. I always love going to plays and I did manage to see a few right after I moved out here. But since then I’ve just gotten busy and haven’t made the time to go, so this was a real treat. Wicked is a great show and I’d recommend it if you get a chance. One of my favorite moments is in the second act. It opens with Elphaba looking down a trap door in the stage and she shouts, “Oh stop your crying. You want to see your Aunt Em? Then get those shoes off your feet! Ugh. What kind of girl takes a dead woman’s shoes? You must’ve been raised in a barn!” She then slams the trap door shut and walks away.  

Snowy Deck

This year the snow started early. This picture is from October 29th when we got about a foot of snow in my neighborhood. Two days later it was in the 60s and most of that snow was gone, but it sure was pretty while it lasted. 

Turkey Day at Our House

Fortunately, the snow held off over Thanksgiving and the trip home and back was reasonably uneventful. I’ve started rounding up audiobooks and getting them into MP3 format for those endless trips across Nebraska. On the way to Iowa we listened to Tom Clancy’s “The Cardinal of the Kremlin” and on the way back parts of a “This American Life” disc set I have. Sarah Vowell is so delightful. If you happen to have some audiobooks you want to share and would like to work out an arrangement for access to the MP3 library drop me a note. I’ll issue you a library card. The books can’t be in Audible Audio format though, those get tied to an account and are DRM protected. 

Maybe, Maybe Not

Most recently, I made a trip to Santa Fe for business. They’re very existential in Santa Fe. Apparently they aren’t 100% sure that the gusty winds that blow across the high prairie there actually exist. There is also quite a number of things named “San” this and

Christianity in the Pre-Thumb Era

“Saint” that. In the bathroom of my hotel room there was a Naïve Art tile painting of Saint Francis. You’ll notice that in the land of St. Francis, there are cyclops horses, cats without noses, arrow headed rabbits and dogs shaped like traffic cones. Who knew? 

Chose Any One of Our Ho, Ho, Hoes

But by far, my favorite sign I saw while I was there was this one. If this isn’t the title of a Christmas Porno waiting to be made, I don’t know what is. BTW, do NOT do an image search on “Christmas Porno”, the results are not as fun as you’d think they are. Now I know that the spa facility was trying to be clever and making a play on the town’s name, but Santa Facials? Really?

So as 2009 gratefully draws to a close, I sincerely wish you and your families the very best in the new year. January 25th will soon be upon us, so in preparation for the next Robbie Burns dinner, “When we’re gaun up a hill o fortune, may we ne’er meet a frien’ comin’ down!”

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. Larry Ziehl permalink
    December 30, 2009 12:17 pm

    Hey Greg,

    I enjoyed reading your posts. Sounds like you were able to fit a bunch of fun/interesting things in in spite of all the craziness.

    Happy New Year!

  2. December 23, 2009 7:50 pm

    Greg-buddy!

    It has ideed been a bizarre year – right on down to the finish line!

    Was going to send you a Christmas card – but of course I can’t find your CO address – please e-mail me with it.

    I like your posts Greg – don’t stop! The site above is my blog. Search Sir-Packs-Alot on You Tube for “how Bob rescued the bear-dog and got a hernia”

    Happy Holidays Greg Buddy!

    Best of luck for a better year ahead!

    Budd-ooobah

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