Nearly a year gone by....
Oct. 20th, 2019 11:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
adrift_etcBoy have I ever not been journaling!! I have often said that I would like to adopt Huckleberry Finn from the Tom Sawyer books, so I have adopted a kitten by that name. Same thing, right? Hope so.
PUP live the other week. This show was so killer. Crowd surfed, moshed with Stefan Babcock, sprained a finger, got the t-shirt. These guys really bring it live, and I was so excited that they came to my hometown since I've been a fan for many years, dreaming of the day.
Here isn't a photo of Tommy Cash opening for Oliver Tree. I started this show at the back and managed to viciously force my way to the very front by the 3rd song. There exists no social convention in the human lexicon powerful enough to stop me from touching Tommy Cash's skinny chest with my blackish fingernails. I had an excellent moment where he grabbed the back of my head and sang 'I see you with my X-Ray' while staring manically into my eyes. I decided in that moment that I did not fear death, for I have now experienced all the joy life can offer.
Anyway, then I went to scope out the abandoned cabin where my Mum grew up.
And this waterfall.
On a more personal note, I haven't been feeling very well this year. I'm starting a new chapter in that I'm not going to be working as much anymore - used to doing 7 days a week 365 days of the year. I imagine I've burnt out. Still, the work is better: I am no longer doing anything except sitting on horses for a living. I'm trying to look forward to the future.
So far this year I have read 47 books. I've been reading some Stephen King just to say I've done it. Unfortunately, not many of the things I read stood out to me in particular. Except that The Weight of The Earth is now my favourite of all time, The War That Saved My Life was sweet, and A Gentleman In Moscow was very good. Of 47 books, only 3 stand out? Yeesh.
PUP live the other week. This show was so killer. Crowd surfed, moshed with Stefan Babcock, sprained a finger, got the t-shirt. These guys really bring it live, and I was so excited that they came to my hometown since I've been a fan for many years, dreaming of the day.
Here isn't a photo of Tommy Cash opening for Oliver Tree. I started this show at the back and managed to viciously force my way to the very front by the 3rd song. There exists no social convention in the human lexicon powerful enough to stop me from touching Tommy Cash's skinny chest with my blackish fingernails. I had an excellent moment where he grabbed the back of my head and sang 'I see you with my X-Ray' while staring manically into my eyes. I decided in that moment that I did not fear death, for I have now experienced all the joy life can offer.
Anyway, then I went to scope out the abandoned cabin where my Mum grew up.
And this waterfall.
On a more personal note, I haven't been feeling very well this year. I'm starting a new chapter in that I'm not going to be working as much anymore - used to doing 7 days a week 365 days of the year. I imagine I've burnt out. Still, the work is better: I am no longer doing anything except sitting on horses for a living. I'm trying to look forward to the future.
So far this year I have read 47 books. I've been reading some Stephen King just to say I've done it. Unfortunately, not many of the things I read stood out to me in particular. Except that The Weight of The Earth is now my favourite of all time, The War That Saved My Life was sweet, and A Gentleman In Moscow was very good. Of 47 books, only 3 stand out? Yeesh.
