Thursday, September 22, 2011

Big Thursday

Tonight we had a big event at our little independent bookstore. The book was Where You Left Me by Jennifer Gardner Trulson, whose husband died in the Twin Towers on 9/11. In other words, it's one of those my-tragedy-is-greater-than-your-tragedy kind of books. It was a great turnout, filled with people who obviously have not been effected by the current downturn in the economy. They all had their plastic faces on and their size 2 dresses. It's crowds like tonight's that reaffirms my misanthropy.

On the plus side: tomorrow is both Friday and payday. I'll head into work for 9am, which will get me out by 5:30. Then it's Friday evening at home with the family. My son goes home on Saturday this week, so I'll be missing his joyful visage a day earlier than usual.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Monday Monday

The beginning of the work week. It is a gorgeous day outside. One of those late summer days when the sun is out, but there is a slight breeze. It was a joy to walk to work this morning. I didn't even have the urge to continue walking once I got to work. I've only been here just over an hour though, and I'm ready for my lunch break.

I finished reading Tony D'Souza's Mule last night, and I've already committed to reading John LeCarre's Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy next. I happened to see the trailer for the upcoming film over the weekend, and I've been wanting to read more LeCarre anyways. "Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy" is touted as a classic of spy literature, and it may even be LeCarre's masterpiece.

I was already missing my son last night, and he only went back to his mother's at lunchtime on Sunday. He'll be arriving on Wednesday this week, and I'll have to get up early on Thursday to take him to school. He's such a joy to be around that it's like a light going out when he's not there.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Cramping My Style

The house next to ours has been vacant for about nine months. It's been quite pleasant to be able to lounge on my deck without having to worry about my neighbors, who are nearly within reach. Our roofs nearly touch. As I was sitting on the deck last night, watching the clouds change shape, I was forced to listen to the inane ramblings of another bunch of twenty-somethings. It sounds like a band moved in next door, and they must not have been raised correctly, because they were quite loud and boisterous at three in the morning. Not a very good first impression.

It's Thursday, which means that my son arrives for his weekly stay. I'm anxious to hear his tales from kindergarten. He's about to finish his first full week. I'm the typical protective parent, worrying about his day when he's most likely fine.

On the political side: The republicans are still showing themselves to be the most cold-hearted citizens in this nation. They all about "I got mine...get your own." They call themselves Christians, which is actually fitting when you look back at religious history. They shun those who are not like them, and try and force their backward morals on everyone else. How about this adage: Take care of your own business!

Most of the right wingers, who are more than happy to instruct us liberals on the moralistic way of life are notorious backsliders themselves. Witness the big pompous hypocrite Bill Bennett for instance, who has actually written books on morals, while maintaining a serious gambling addiction.

That's my mini rant for the day. Now I need to walk to work, and look forward to Friday. I'll be working with one of my less-annoying co-workers tonight, and I'll get to control the music tonight. A couple of pluses in my favor. I'm trying to talk myself into taking my stepson to see Contagion this weekend. I haven't been to a film in a while, and Soderbergh's latest seems like a decent thriller about the end of the world as we know it. I still want to see "Tree of Life" while it's still in theaters. Otherwise, there doesn't seem to be much out there worth blowing eleven dollars on.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Monday, Monday

Back to work so soon? Yes, I am. Justin went home a little earlier this weekend, so my wife and I had nearly an entire weekend without having to parent a five-year-old. I have to admit that I miss Justin today though. I'm thinking about him, because today is his first full day at kindergarten. It's actually the start of his first full week. I'm sure he'll do okay.

My only issue today is having to listen to my hipster co-worker's choice of music for the day. As soon as my Diana Krall tribute to Nat King Cole ended, she was right there to start her DJ duties. Now we're listening to some young woman, who sounds like she dying from a heroin overdose, and she's taking a long time to do it too. I'd love to hear something peppy right now.

Anyway, lunch is just over two hours away, so the musical torture will continue for a while.