It’s been two whole nights since I last saw Bruce Springsteen play live, and I’m cool and detached enough now to write about it.
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Bruce takes the stage about 8:15 p.m. or so. No, I’m not at all excited…
(muffled scream)
I am a slob. Not because I like living in a mess, but because I’m lazy. Given a choice among vacuuming, dusting, sweeping floors, wiping counters, doing dishes, mopping, cleaning bathrooms, and surfing the internet, the internet wins every single time.
On the other hand, I really DO dislike living in a mess, and every once in a while I need to get the whole family to get cracking. Hey, I don’t live alone, so why clean alone?
Today has been a pretty productive day. I cleaned the kitchen while the guys worked on the garden. Then, we all pitched in on the family room. I cooked lunch while the guys worked on the garden some more. I’ve vacuumed out the family room furniture.
I still need to do the floors, but I’m taking a break.
I usually end the weekend feeling guilty for not getting as much done as I needed to. This weekend I STILL won’t get as much done as I needed to, but at least I made some progress.
Sunday I’m heading for Charlotte, NC. I will have lunch with my aunt, then head to my hotel. I will have dinner with two colleagues from work, and then we will walk to the Time Warner Cable/Charlotte Bobcats Arena, where we will see Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band.
Monday, we will go visit a customer and spend the day with them, then Monday evening will will all fly home.
Excited? Moi?
“You might be the nicest male dude on 9 planets, but the fact remains that you’re a dude, so you automatically benefit from male privilege whether you actively choose to or not, and unfortunately this privilege, though it may be invisible to you, is experienced by women as misogyny, again, whether you like it or not.”
I heart Twisty.
Last Sunday evening, my left hip started hurting at the back. As the evening wore on it got worse and worse until by the time I got home I was in so much pain I could barely move. Monday was bad, Tuesday was better because I took codeine (yay for codeine!) and by the end of the week it was feeling pretty good - it only hurt when I would get in or out of the car.
Now it’s hurting again. I was sitting at kind of an angle watching TV, and I guess it was kind twisted around. Hopefully a good night’s rest will help.
I got my Wellbutrin yesterday. The generic version of the extended release version is still a tier three drug, which means my out of pocket is $60 for a 30 days supply and $150 via mail order for a 90 day supply. The sustained release two-a-day version has been problematic for me in the past, because I can’t seem to take it regularly. I think we’ll just have to make the money happen; I’m sure the extended release version will be down to at least tier 2 ($20/$50) eventually. It’s a tier one drug on my old insurance.
I cut the front yard today. That was about 30 minutes of vigorous exercise that also accomplished something. I was totally shagged-out afterwards, but now (two hours later) I feel energetic and cheerful.
I sent in my mail order Rx two weeks ago. When it hadn’t arrived by Saturday, I called. They hadn’t received it yet.
Ungood.
I spoke to a pharmacist who said they would contact my MD and get me a prescription shipped out and I would have it by Wednesday. It didn’t arrive. I’ve been out of meds since Saturday.
Plusungood.
I checked the web site for the mail order pharmacy, and it’s not even shipping until tomorrow.
Doubleplusungood.
Last night I went to a free concert at St. Louis Cathedral in New Orleans - Selections from The Sacred Compositions, by Duke Ellington.
The concert was very nice, but not great. I’d give it a B minus. Charmaine Neville and Philip Manuel were soloists. She has a wonderful voice, and he was amazing. The orchestra was terrific. There were two main problems: I couldn’t hear the choir, and I couldn’t see the dancer.
The orchestra wasn’t in a pit. The choir had directional mikes, but if the orchestra was playing you really couldn’t hear them. Which was a shame, because what little I was able to hear, when the orchestra was quiet, was just excellent. Because they were playing in a church, the dancer was on the floor, so I could see his head moving, but I couldn’t see his feet. I guess the altar just wasn’t designed for dancing.
The program itself was interesting. Ellington wrote three sacred compositions between 1964 and 1973. He considered the second one “the most important thing [he’d] ever done.” While many critics disagree, I was very impressed with the soulful, swinging nature of the music that still evoked a spiritual feeling.
While it wasn’t a transforming experience, I enjoyed it very much, and I’m glad I went.
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