Wow, what a show.
I certainly don't want to be the guy who rambles on, talking about how great something was that obviously not everybody experienced, but I do want to get across the point that STEVIE WONDER IS A MUSICAL GENIUS!
I caught him at the Bank Of America Pavillion on Thursday night, and it was just unreal. He basically played evey song I would have wanted him to play, and didn't play the ones I was hoping he wouldn't (can you say "I Just Called To Say I Love You")? His voice sounded great, his keyboard and harmonica playing were awe inspiring - it was simply amazing.
Now, I know that I'm not always a "deep" human being, but this show struck a serious nerve. I think because he was playing songs from the past 25 - 30 yers of my life, and I was thinking about all the stuff that Stevie has been through with me (though he may not know it). It was like doing a little time travelling, without ever having to set foot in your friend Marty's DeLorean.
Stevie said he may be coming back this way to make up for the cancelled second show. If he does - go see him. 'Nuff said.
peace out
George
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
Post Weekend Posting
Back to reality - so I figured I'd check in.
What a night last night, with both Red Sox (they lost) and Patriots (they won) playing at the same time.
My intention was to get to bed early last night, but through a combination of the two older monsters being wide awake, and the games happening, I turned in about three hours later than I would have liked.
It was a nice weekend, but I didn't have a whole lot of downtime. Margaret had to work both days, and they both ended up being long days as well, so I was Mr. Mom for most of the weekend. I get reminded that it ain't alway seasy to keep three little ones busy on a rainy day. Luckily, my intellect is at about the same level as a three to five year old, so I have no problem getting down on the rug and playing with Legos and Hot Wheels.
It's officially the last week of summer - go crazy - take a day off from work and head to Crane's beach.
Don't forget to call me when you get there.
-George
What a night last night, with both Red Sox (they lost) and Patriots (they won) playing at the same time.
My intention was to get to bed early last night, but through a combination of the two older monsters being wide awake, and the games happening, I turned in about three hours later than I would have liked.
It was a nice weekend, but I didn't have a whole lot of downtime. Margaret had to work both days, and they both ended up being long days as well, so I was Mr. Mom for most of the weekend. I get reminded that it ain't alway seasy to keep three little ones busy on a rainy day. Luckily, my intellect is at about the same level as a three to five year old, so I have no problem getting down on the rug and playing with Legos and Hot Wheels.
It's officially the last week of summer - go crazy - take a day off from work and head to Crane's beach.
Don't forget to call me when you get there.
-George
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Oooh that smell
It's skunk!
This actually happened week before last when I was filling in for John in the afternoons, but due to the level of trauma I'm just getting around to writing about it now.
Got off the air at 7pm and had some other work to do in the production studio. Got my work done and called Margaret from the road. She gave me advance warning that I would be coming home to some serious stink, and that this time it wasn't diaper related.
Bianca, one of two cats living at our house, had suffered a direct hit from a skunk. And by direct hit, I mean she got sprayed right in the face. And it happened right in front of our house.
Bianca and I have a love/hate relationship in that many times I would love for her to run off and join another family. We got her from the pound when she was about a year old (they weren't sure). And it's likely she was abused and had been on the street for a while. She seems to have some "issues". She can be cuddly and affectionate one moment, and then act like beelzekitty the next moment
In this case I felt bad for her. Her eyes were all red and she could barely open them, and she was clearly in distress. Called the vet and he said to flush her eyes out with saline. What about the stink? For that, he said to use a combination of hydrogen peroxide, baking soda and dishwashing liquid. Didn't people use to use tomato juice for this?
He said the stink wouldn't go away completely, but the solution would make it slightly more tolerable.
He was right about the stink not going away. The whole house reeked, particularly the basement where we were making her stay for the time being. Margaret did the cleansing of the cat, and skillfully managed not to get the sh#@ scratched out of her (cats are not fans of baths).
If there's an upside to this, it's that Bianca looked great after her bath (she's all-white, hence the name).
She still has traces of the stink, however.
Who says my life ain't glamorous?
See you soon.
George
This actually happened week before last when I was filling in for John in the afternoons, but due to the level of trauma I'm just getting around to writing about it now.
Got off the air at 7pm and had some other work to do in the production studio. Got my work done and called Margaret from the road. She gave me advance warning that I would be coming home to some serious stink, and that this time it wasn't diaper related.
Bianca, one of two cats living at our house, had suffered a direct hit from a skunk. And by direct hit, I mean she got sprayed right in the face. And it happened right in front of our house.
Bianca and I have a love/hate relationship in that many times I would love for her to run off and join another family. We got her from the pound when she was about a year old (they weren't sure). And it's likely she was abused and had been on the street for a while. She seems to have some "issues". She can be cuddly and affectionate one moment, and then act like beelzekitty the next moment
In this case I felt bad for her. Her eyes were all red and she could barely open them, and she was clearly in distress. Called the vet and he said to flush her eyes out with saline. What about the stink? For that, he said to use a combination of hydrogen peroxide, baking soda and dishwashing liquid. Didn't people use to use tomato juice for this?
He said the stink wouldn't go away completely, but the solution would make it slightly more tolerable.
He was right about the stink not going away. The whole house reeked, particularly the basement where we were making her stay for the time being. Margaret did the cleansing of the cat, and skillfully managed not to get the sh#@ scratched out of her (cats are not fans of baths).
If there's an upside to this, it's that Bianca looked great after her bath (she's all-white, hence the name).
She still has traces of the stink, however.
Who says my life ain't glamorous?
See you soon.
George
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