Sunday, June 15, 2014

My Dad

Dad recovering from dual carpal tunnel surgery in 2007
Sitting still and doing nothing does not suit him.
For much of the first half of my life, my father wore suits.

It took quite a while for me to understand what it was he did when he was "at work," this mysterious place he went for quite a lot of the time. I knew that he got up very early, wore suits that were subtly different but substantively the same, wore a white shirt and a conservative tie - in my memory, it's always a muted red with little patterned rosettes (also muted). I also learned that there were ties that were inappropriate for the office, namely anything I would wear to a jazz band concert.

I know that I'd often be eating cereal and drinking juice when he'd depart in the morning, and that instead of having Honeycomb or Cheerios, he'd depart carrying a single banana. I'm still not sure whether that was breakfast or lunch.

Thursday, June 12, 2014

A Big Throw

I ordered something online that happens to be coming from Hawaii. Whereas forty years ago, I might not even know where it was coming from or when to expect it, now we have digital tracking through the magic of the Internet. Let's see what my tracking tells me:



Hmm.

According to this, it left a post office in Hawaii on Monday, at precisely 4:21pm. It's traveling "3-Day Priority," so I might conceivably expect it today (Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday). But there's no further information since Monday. Somehow I don't think there's a direct - but very slow - flight from Hawaii to Kansas City, so the package will probably head to California first, before being moved onto the plane bound for Centerland.

Personally, I like to think that they climbed to the top of one of those dormant volcanoes, took a running start, and then tossed it towards the mainland with all their might, causing it to arc up into the sky and through the earth's atmosphere, before finally landing somewhere in the field near the KC Post Office. It would explain the lack of tracking information ("Yeah, Big George sent it out of here just a bit ago").

Sunday, June 08, 2014

An August Gesture

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First, take a look at the hero photo I included with this entry. If it looks like a potted plant in a trash can, that's because it is a potted plant in a trash can. Specifically, it's a plant commonly known as "Lamb's Ear" for its seemingly-fuzzy broad leaves. Even more specifically, it's in my kitchen trash can, captured a year or two ago in August (that's half the title explained!).

And to be perfectly plain, I threw it away because it was dying. And it was dying because the lamb's ear plants don't particularly care for apartment-style living. Especially ones with little sun and no nitrogen-rich soil to speak of. In fact, the lack of arable soil in my apartment is shocking!

Friday, June 06, 2014

A Crazy Gig

On Wednesday, I got a call from a trumpet player about a gig the following evening (Thursday night).

It proved to be one of the strangest and wildest gigs I've ever played.


Sunday, June 01, 2014

The Matrimony

Yesterday, I went to a wedding. Those being attached were friends from a previous job. A nicer couple there has never been, and for as long as I've known them, the general topic has been "when are they going to get married?"

They were married in the town square of a small Kansas town called Paola. In 2010, the population was 5,600. In the town square stands a gazebo, and they were married in front of the steps, while a small collection of friends and family looked on.

Here are some moments: