Saturday, June 11, 2011

Sick Of The Rainy Season And It Is Not Even Summer Yet

Fuck this rain.

I haven't been in a very good mood of the past week.  Ended up taking three days off from work, one to help my GF move into her trailer court and then the next two days trying to get over a fucking toothache to which the dentist said he had to refer me to a specialist and it won't be taken care of till July 1.  So basically I have been living on a cocktail of antibiotics and pain meds to which accumulated into a full blown flu with fever and chills and sweats to boot.  So there went another day.  And now the fucking rainy season has arrived, with us getting three and half inches of the wet shit for the past couple days.  Felt better yesterday but today the tooth pain persists and I'm washing bed stuff to get rid of the shitty sweaty smell that came with the Thursday flu.   I haven't talked much to Nicole this past couple days, I was basically up for an hour then back to bed to sleep and repeated the process for that day.

Tooth pain is worse than getting thwacked in the nuts.  At least that goes away, this GD tooth pain has been ongoing since Monday when I couldn't even eat my favorite meal, pizza.  So for the most part it's been tea this, tea that or a chocolate shake.  Being sick hasn't enabled me to really go over to the trailer and help her do some things like putting up the shades, or trying to fix a fucking GD leak that will not stop.  The problem is that I am not a fix it guy, all thumbs when it comes to home repair.  Bless her heart for doing that work but so much more work is needed there.  The GD shed is falling apart. Needs a new front door, needs screen windows, locks etc etc etc.   God bless my best friend Steve and his family for helping out when they can but I really don't want to burden them with each and every thing that needs to be fixed.  And I told Nicole that although my brother doesn't mind to help out, ya have to realize that the weekend is his time off and he needs to take care of his own things.   This is going to be the true test of true love.  The belief of having a great guy but also having to deal with his bad habits on a everyday basis.  And it's much harder than it looks.

I haven't done much music tunes of late unless I'm going to work and listening to it via discman in either the grey car with no AC, or the purple one that has AC but a fucked up speakers that don't work half the fucking time.  I get annoyed at the little things it seems but the fucking purple car shit speakers have made three car radios useless in as many months and I decided not to tell my brother about that.  Speakers are not his specialty and besides it's over 285,000 miles anyway.  Usually when I get here at my place, Nicole is pretty much sacked on the couch with her four legged daughter close by and this doggie has been a sweetheart ever since she arrived.  You really never noticed her being around unless you go for snacks or open a can of soup, then she's alive then.  She's been a nice houseguest.  But I'm sure my brother is thinking he would like to have an empty basement to come to so he can do laundry on his own free time and not have to wait till I get better. 

As this summer progresses onward and with the coming of our wonderful fucked up thing we call the rainy season I don't forsee much in terms of vacation anywhere.  Hell, I didn't even know that Foghat was playing in Dubuque yesterday till I ran across it by accident.  Ever since The Gazette discontinued their Weekend section every Thursday, I rarely get caught up in the latest happenings of whose coming to town.  I think this year's Freedom Festival will bring Loverboy to this area but since I'm not a big fan of theirs, will forgo that.  Jones County Fair has the return of Lady Antebellum and just like last year it is a sold out show.  And Jason Aldean sucks, nothing spells more country like some dude, in a cowboy hat, wearing a grunge goatee and promoting whatever he's wearing or chewing for product.  For the rock and roll, Seether, Darkest Days and Hinder.  Delaware County Fair has Joan Jett for 60 bucks which includes all you can eat but way too pricey for my liking. Craig Morgan is at Jackson County Fair as a main attraction.  Missing out last week's Iowa City Arts Festival pretty much bummed me out.  So what this summer will amount to be is pretty much taking time off and trying to get my GF's place more livable.  Which means more work and more cussing out of the little things that seem to boil me.

Nevertheless, I'm surprised that the ratings this month are a lot better than last month and perhaps we might crack the 1000 mark in total views.  I'm still very surprised that The Brains Blog is still getting many reads, leaving all others in the dust.  Wish I can write more blogs that can command that much of readership.  The Top Tens Of The Week, while does have that 15 to 20 readership, really lacks the big numbers if I do lists of albums from the past or comment on forgotten bands.  I still wonder although the power of the Rock n Roll n The Brains Blog has been great, sometimes I wonder if there's a link to that from another site and maybe I'll go with that direction, comment on forgotten bands.  I also noticed that The Last Beeker Street Notes has continue a downward slide to which it was at number 4 just last month is now in danger of dropping out of the top ten altogether. And so be it since it has been four months since the last broadcast of Beeker Street and no signs of Clyde Clifford finding anything to get him going again. 

But anyway with Nicole now down here, I will be walking a tightrope to deliver the music news and views and working around something that I'm not familiar with.  Trying to maintain a relationship on a regular basis while balancing work and other oddities while being pulled from four different directions.  Eventually the pieces of the puzzle will fit together, or I may end up being in the looney bin or worse, getting a stroke out of this. 

True love rides a gravel road and one bump may make us fall off but Chloe doesn't seem to mind.  She's made herself home on the couch and been a perfect little furball.  Anyway, I shall return again......

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