Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Inbetween Days

The day started promising enough. Downloaded the new record from Low. ($3.99 today over at Amazon. Can't beat that price!) Not as good as some of their other records, but the tracks "Witches" and "Nothing But Heart" are pretty good. There is a line in "Witches" that makes me smile every time I hear it, "All you guys out there tryin' to act like Al Green, you're all weak."

Got my hair cut. It needed it. As I've said before, and I'll say it again, the best barbershop in Chicago is Gabby's on Clark. If only for the straight razor cut to the back of the neck followed by the hot towel. Got it cut short this time. You can see scalp.

Then I almost bought a car. Ok, the urge was for about a tenth of a second, but...

First off, I don't drive stick. For another, I have no place to park it. Then there's the money to run it. Oh yeah, and buy it. BUT APART FROM THAT! For as long as I can remember I've wanted to buy an old clunker, point it in one direction or another and just drive. Drive until the wheels come off. ...One day. I travel a great deal for work and I've come to find lately that I don't want to get off the road.  I just want to stay on it, head off to the next place. I've been on the road now pretty much nonstop for a month and a half. I'm never more than a week in any one place. About the third day anyplace and I feel this pull to be someplace else. When I'm home I've started to feel the same pull. I feel I should be someplace...but where? I'd love to fly to Paris. Get lost there for a week or two. Book passage on the QM2 maybe? This perpetual leaning/falling forward toward the horizon feeling.  I find myself stumbling into the next place.

Chelsea lost today. Fucking Manchester United! This essentially means no sport to follow until fall when the Bears and Chelsea start up again. I'm good with that. I'm getting tired of watching my Chelsea lose. Besides, I have an enormous amount of reading to catch up on. When it warms up I plan whole days off someplace, someplace with no people, just books.

Anyway.  Back to work.

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