Day of the Dead today, hope everyone is celebrating it. But I doubt you are. As much as Julia and I enjoy the holiday, we really aren’t doing anything for it this year either. Last year Julia organized the downtown parade, and I think it burned her out. I’d really like to get down to Tucson again, or, better yet, go someplace like Oaxaca some year. That would be fantastic.
We did sit up on Halloween night and talk about the different things we feel we’ve gotten from our ancestors. The unfortunate part for me is that I really don’t know anything about my ancestors beyond my parents, and fuzzy ideas about my grandparents. I think that’s weird to some people, but I don’t really know any different. At the same time, I’m happy to have never had to spend every other weekend going to some wedding or something-or-other as the result of having a big, close, extended family. I like that I come from such a creative family. My folks are both very creative, as are my sisters. It manifests differently in all of us, but it’s there.
Speaking of Creative
We were all hard at it yesterday afternoon/evening. Sid was at band practice, presumably cranking out the Metal. \m/. I was in my office working on one of three (?!) novels I find myself in the midst of right now. And Julia was working on a new painting. The sister of a friend of hers is opening a new store downtown and asked if Julia would put some paintings up for First Friday, and she decided she wanted to add a new one to the bunch. Here it is in process, as well as how far she got as of lights out last night.
It’s very inspiring living with people whose primary reason for getting out of bed every day is creative pursuits. I don’t know if Sid thinks about anything other than metal: listening to it, living it, and playing it. Julia always has a multitude of things going on, so many that it’s hard to keep up with them all. It’s a good vibe to have in the house.
I mentioned a while back that Orly had gotten some vet work done and how he’s a new dog. It’s almost too much. I mean, this little bastard is 15yo. We took the pack to the bark park yesterday and he dominated the place. I’ve taken to getting up at 4:30 AM to try and get 1000 words or so in before going to the gym and starting the day, and he decided to get up too. And proceed to be a pain in the ass wanting attention. I defy you to try and accomplish much with these beady little eyes boring into the back of your head. Not to mention the little growls and intermittent wheelie-poppings.
Here he is with Darla yesterday afternoon.
These goddamn pets give me no peace. As I’m writing this Puny is lurking over my shoulder, sitting on the back of my chair. I guarantee as soon as I get up to go do anything — probably rotate the friggin’ dogs outside and inside for the nth time — when I return she will be curled up IN my chair, looking like she’s been there for hours. It’s annoying. But at least I get the pleasure of kicking her fuzzy ass off my seat.
Tomorrow I catch the early flight out en route to Houston, TX. I’ve been there a few times. Looking forward to visiting Murder by the Book. And, if time allows, I may drive to Austin to revisit a couple places. At least I won’t have to deal with any bothersome pets. Facebook seems to be trying to organize my to do list before leaving, but I don’t really appreciate them assuming I need any of their goddamn suggestions.
Presumptive internet sons-a-bitches anyway. . . .