My rock n' roll life

Or not. Depends on how you view it.

The good doctor has taken up rock. He's learning how to play. Rock. Loud.


I am not learning to play. Not even rock. Because I don't want to.


The Teva Loop Lace Whatever sweater, however...that will be beat into submission today. Come hell or high water, I will have that sweater sewn and kitchnered, buttoned and washed today. Period.


I have massive amounts of leftovers from Sunday's get together. I think we had many people say 'yes, I will come', then remember it was mother's day, and not come. I have a whole roasted chicken with lavender, sage, rosemary, garlic and lemon in my fridge. Chicken salad sandwiches, here I come.


Russon played the fuck out of that cello. It was amazing...awsome. It was great meeting his mom, and frankly, I got to catch up with people in a way that would have been impossible if we had more people over, so it was a blessing.

Yesterday, was awesome, and sad. Awesome because it was a whole day with nothing on my plate. Alan and Chris and I went on the long walk to ice cream, and sadly, Peterson's has closed. Sniff.

However, it didn't suck just to walk around Oak Park, look at great plants and housed and just soak up the pre-summer day.

Amazing day it was.