When we met at the funeral home to set up Dad’s funeral service, I stupidly caught my thumb in the door of my car. Needless to say, I ended up with a subungual hematoma. I probably should have gone through the process of getting it drained but there was just so much else to worry about that day. This batch of dried blood started at the very bottom of my thumbnail and has been super slowly working its way up my nail as it grows. I have been staring at this every day since September 20th. Every. Damn. Day. Pretty soon it will be totally gone and I won’t have this daily, visible reminder of the awfulness of the back end of 2019. I am so looking forward to that.
(Nat looks up at her)
Does it ever go away?
This feeling. Does it ever go away?
No. I don’t think it does. Not for me it hasn’t. And that’s goin’ on eleven years.
It changes though.
I don’t know. The weight of it, I guess. At some point it become bearable. It turns into something you can crawl out from under and carry around. Like a brick in your pocket. And you forget it every once in a while, but then you reach in for whatever reason and there it is. “Oh, right. That.” Which can be awful. But not all the time. Sometimes it’s kinda … not that you like it exactly, but it’s what you have instead of your son, so you don’t wanna let go of it either. So you carry it around. And it doesn’t go away, which is …
Fine … actually.
(They’re silent for a couple of beats. Becca takes the bag of toys and exits. The lights fade.)
From Act Two, Scene Two of Rabbit Hole by David Lindsay-Abaire
Stupid excited that the new Pet Shop Boys album, Hotspot, will be out next month on January 24th 2020. Woot! So far, two singles have been released (Dreamland and Burning the Heather) and I am digging them. Needless to say, the 2-Disc Deluxe CD and Vinyl have been pre-ordered. Woot! Woot!
Yeesh. December has been too busy. When did I become such a social butterfly?
Friday: Shortlegs and Tom came over with pizza and we watched Midsommar.
Saturday: We went to the annual G&S Christmas Party. I got very drunk.
Sunday: We went to a WNCAP fundraiser at a bar. I didn’t get very drunk.
Monday: Ev & Em came over for egg nog and we had pizza and watched The Long Kiss Goodnight.
Music on Vinyl’s Moloko reissue series came to and end this month with the release of Statues (the final Moloko album). They have done a really spot on job with these new pressings. Each album has colored vinyl, comes individually numbered, and is limited to 3,000 copies. They replicated the tri-fold sleeve for I Am Not a Doctor and included printed lyric inserts for Things to Make and Do and Statues. Super awesome!
The only complaint I have is that the plastic sleeves the albums come in are pretty flimsy and the seams split pretty easily. If you happen to not get the album straight into the plastic sleeve, you will bust the side seams. Boo hiss.
But seriously … I can’t even begin to tell you how amazing all four of these albums are. Listen to them now (and then discover Róisín Murphy‘s incredible art pop solo work).
What’s the best way to not overeat and get too drunk at Thanksgiving? Why, plan a hike for 8:00 am the next morning! Jack, Josh and I romped over Waterrrock Knob then over Browing Knob then over the summit of Mt Lyn Lowry and out to the memorial cross on the ridge.
And here’s some other things that have recently happened …
We went to taste wine at Biltmore with Alvin. We also got to have a glass of wine in the special Wine Club members only area of the Winery. Talk about feeling classy.
We went and saw Knives Out. I really dug it. As a friend said … “Let’s see, murder mystery, twisted humor, Chris Evans… yep, that checks out as a Chuck flick.” Ha, ha.
And I might have (yet again) gone crazy buying movies in all the Black Friday insanity. There will be a photo posted once all the online orders arrive. Someone needs to take my bank account away!
Remember when I went to Toronto and found one of the Skinny Puppy original vinyl pressings that I had been looking for? Well … after nearly another year, I have acquired two more original pressings. Whoo!
The first is Mind: The Perpetual Intercourse which has a lock grove at the end of Side 2 and an insert with the track listing (as they were not listed on the back of the sleeve).
Stupid excited to have both these on their way into my “more money than brains” hands. Ha ha. Now, I just need an original pressing of Bites and life will be complete.
I have been in a pretty weird head space since last Wednesday. We went to see Doctor Sleep (which was really good) and a scene in it set me off. I have known that would happen after all that went on with Dad. So, It’s taken quiet a few days to maybe start feeling like myself again. I have hopefully hit that point today.
Over the weekend, we were back in Gatlinburg for moonshine on Saturday and ate a fancy brunch yesterday. Last night I was sitting on the sofa reflecting on the events of the weekend and they already felt distant … like I had been outside myself watching them happen but hadn’t actually been participating. It’s a weird sensation that I have never experienced before and it was a bit freaky.
Regardless, the view yesterday from a friend’s house was quite spectacular. The mountains here are majestic and awesome.
So, yeah. Hannibal is my favoritest show of all time (unless something in the future knocks it off its perch). Its mix of psychological drama, horror and art house styling is so totally up my alley.
Back when the show was airing, one of those online “on sale for 24 hours only” t-shirt places sold two Hannibal-inspired cereal themed shirts … Cannibal Crunch and Murder Grahams. Of course, I found out about them days after they had gone off sale and was unable to get them. Bummer.
Fast forward a couple of years, and it turns out they are available for purchase again. I found out in a totally convoluted manner that randomly involved my sister and an emergency room nurse. Go figure. Needless to say, these bad boys are now mine. Yay.
And seriously, if you have never watched Hannibal, seek it out … NOW!