It would seem that being up twenty two hours straight and only getting five hours of sleep (I just can’t sleep during the day) will stop you from doing something you want to do, like writing a decent post.
That is exactly where I find myself tonight. I am groggy.
I’m still up because I wanted to spend time with the wife, so we’re watching The Sinner on Netflix. Interesting series.
We’ve had a busy weekend with the kids, the house, groceries, etc. So much so that me and Sam forgot to plan anything to talk about on the podcast. So we made a new rule.
No prep, no podcast.
We are still having a problem with our sound anyway and that’s my department. I need to figure out how to properly set the mixer so that we don’t have the buzzes and clicks we are experiencing. It’s annoying for me to hear it and I know that I don’t enjoy it when listening to a podcast. One of my simple pleasures is listening to podcasts that are not only informative and entertaining, but also produced well. We are aiming for that after we get through some growing pains.
I think we have a good flow and the back and forth is there. He’s a funny little guy and we enjoy spending that time together.
We had thought about doing thirty minutes on SCPs (Secure, Contain, Protect). These are podcast and YouTube videos about creepypasta characters and things that cross over into our world. One of the podcasts I’ve been enjoying on the subject is SCP Archives from Bloody Disgusting. The sound, sound effects and acting are fantastic. I really get drawn into the stories and a bit creeped out here and there. So worth the listen.
The wife has suggested that we do some episodes on stuff we really know like spots in the Smokey Mountains that we have visited such as The Road To Nowhere and Cades Cove. Both of those spots have several ghost stories and plenty of history to talk about. We spend a great deal of time on the Blue Ridge Parkway and in the cities around it. There are plenty of stories to tell. She ain’t wrong.
Anyway, that’s enough of that. We are looking for the next couple of couches to grace our living room. The ones we have now are about eight or ten years old. Time for something new. Shopping for furniture can be a big part of that for better or worse part of the marriage compact. It is frustrating. We are also trying to find a fabric that Fibble, the younger cat, won’t find appealing. She likes to claw. Furniture isn’t you scratching post, cat. I know you’re reading this over my shoulder on the back of the recliner right now.
It’s New Years Eve and we’ve eaten dinner already and now we’re sitting here, as a family, watching Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle, again.
The original Jumanji is a classic but I think as far as comedy you can’t beat this remake. One of the few remakes I’ve actually ever enjoyed. The Rock and Kevin Hart are always fantastic together (see Central Intelligence).
We’ll finish this up and then go our separate ways (them to their rooms, the wife and I in the living room) until about 11:30 tonight.
I’m kind of interested to see what NYC is going to do this year.
It’s been a rough year for all of us. But if you’re reading this and still alive, it can get better.
At midnight tonight after your first kiss of the year with your loved one, or whatever, please step outside and join me in screaming JUMANJI at the top of your lungs.
We spent the evening with mom and dad. Just like every year. We see them every day so no worries over Covid (since that’s the first thing to come to peoples minds). We see a lot of people every day.
We had dinner and exchanged gifts and then sat,without phones, and talked for a couple of hours. And that’s what we used to do. It’s just proper sitting there with no real distractions except the kids acting goofy.
Our neighbor, let’s call her Ms. Betty (because that’s her name) lost her husband this year.
Mom and Dad always watched over them and on holidays when we have big meals we always took them a plate. And that tradition continues. The wife and I took the food down this time.
She’s alone now, of course, and the we stayed and chatted with her a bit before going back to mom and dads. But I can feel her loneliness.
It’s so very sad.
I wrote that last bit because it makes me appreciate what I have. The wife, kids, mom and dad. My work, the friends I have at work and the customers I see every week.
They are all a part of my life and it makes it full.
Appreciate what you have. And if you don’t have it, try to find it. Family is everything. No matter how bad it gets sometimes.
Good friends, your tribe, your gang! It doesn’t have to blood. Sometimes family isn’t.