Wait for the answer to open the door

Yes, Trump is President. Yes, people are losing their shit over it. I'm trying, along with my wife, to maintain a respectable distance from the deep divide that has been unfolding in our country. Some of it feels organized, like there are dark elements operating in the shadows manipulating us in order to enact some foul end game. Who knows.

Anyway

Married life. It's been wonderful; I do believe I have the best, or most bestest, as some might say, wife in the world. We've been together over a year and every single day together has been a joy. We've never had an argument. Some of you are thinking, "Well, sure, you're going through your honeymoon period." Maybe. When we were only together a couple of months, we were told, mostly by cynical fucks, that things would settle down, that "reality" would settle in soon enough. Over a year later and we're still going strong. It's not like we haven't had little bumps but here's the deal: I love Veronica and she loves me. We communicate well and love being together. That accounts for a lot.

Kikuchiyo is such a great cat. V wants another one. I'm game, but not sure it won't upset the balance. Will our little puppy kitty, our Baby K, resent another cat? Will he feel left out? I'm leaning towards him being cool with another family member, but it's hard to tell. One thing I do know for sure: he thoroughly enjoys all the attention we smother him with.

Can't remember if it's been brought up in this blog, but we no longer have roommates (Edit: clearly, I have brought it up, like one post ago. Oh, Kevin!). After years of having them, it's been an absolute joy having the place to ourselves. Fred moved out to live with his girlfriend in September and Andrew was asked by us to kindly find another place. Fortunately for us, he found a place real quick and moved out at the end of September. Funny how things work. Over the summer, we were plotting our move. We were sick of living with roommates but didn't think the ones we presently had would move out anytime soon. Well, they did and fuck, yeah!

So married life suits me well. V is the perfect companion for me and I'm perfect for her (at least that's what she says- heh!). Anyway, I've got to bail. I'll keep in touch.

Oh, yeah: Cannabis is legal in MA!!! Somehow, this amazing news didn't get the proper attention in these parts because of the Trump factor, Whatever. I, for one, am stoked. Rejoice!

Love thy enemy, but hate the lack of sincerity

For the first time ever as an adult, I'm roommate free. Well, aside from Veronica and Kikuchiyo, our cat, that is. Fred moved out at the end of August. I'd lived with him longer than any other roommate, but I was not terribly saddened by his departure, nice guy though he is. Once he was out, it wasn't terribly long before we decided we were going to ask Andrew to move out. V broke the news to him one morning. No hard feelings; he moved out a couple of weeks ago.

V has converted Fred's room into her office and I've claimed Andrew's room into a music room. I want to make it a cool, conducive place to create and record music. It'll be a pleasing exercise, I predict, shopping around for stuff for the room.

I haven't posted since July and I'm not sure anyone of you is checking in on this blog. Oh, well, I don't blame you if you aren't. I haven't been tending the garden. It's been tough finding the time to post. It's too bad; I just got married and the whole process would have made for good material. At the very least, I would have had something to write about.

Well, it's time to split. V's teaching yoga and I need to feed myself some dinner. I intend to revisit this blog sooner than later. It's possible I will, you know. Don't look so doubtful.

Lady finger, dipped in moonlight

Clearly I haven't tended to this blog the way I used to. Much has changed in my life and the time or inclination to post here hasn't been available much. Should I retire the blog? I don't know. I've thought of taking that route, but I've always maintained the notion that I could always return to it when the urge struck. I suppose none of this matters, really. My readership has dwindled; it's not as if I've got people clamoring for me to post here.

Anyway

Life has been hectic in a good way. I'm about to be married in a couple of months, we've got an awesome cat named Kikuchiyo, my job is going great (working with friends is totally rad, dude!)

Ok, time to go. Can't say I'll be posting all the time, but I don't think I'll give the blog up for good. 

Time will tell.  

When you're high you never ever want to come down

A long, quiet weekend. Veronica has been out in western MA getting more schooling in Ayurveda since Friday. Me and the kitty have done things like watch movies (Star Wars: The Force Awakens, The Witch, Solaris) read from The Disaster Artist, the hilarious and touching book about the making of The Room, one of the best and strangest movies I've ever seen. We've, well, I've gone for bike rides (Saturday found me on the bike path riding through the oppressive heat deep into Arlington) and worked on music (I've got a song written on our baritone ukulele that has finally gotten some attention after gathering dust for a few months).

Veronica returns early this evening but then goes back on Friday for a marathon ten days. We're not keen about all this time apart, but we'll get through it. As interwoven as we are, we always endeavor to give each as much space to thrive within the relationship. Ayurveda is important to V and, despite her protestations about going (what can I say, she thinks I'm a cool dude to be around), we both agree this is the right thing for her to be doing.

So our little man town adventure will extend a bit longer. Me and baby Kikuchiyo will probably benefit from a woman's sensibilities by the time V is finished with school.

Okay, bye.

I keep giving bad people good ideas

Kikuchiyo is eating his dinner. We were playing the laser pointer game for a bit and then he was like "Son, I need to put some grub in my belly! Play time is over."

Oh, yeah, Kikuchiyo is our cat. We got him last week after the other cat we thought we were going to get got adopted. It all happened so fast. Veronica saw him on Pet Finder and a day later he was ours. He's adjusting well, our little boy. He's pretty much acquainted with the downstairs, though he still occasionally hauls his ass back to our room if something spooks him.

Veronica woke up Sunday morning to use the bathroom and couldn't find him. I had gotten up to use the bathroom around two thirty and he was on the window sill looking cute. I had closed the door tight behind me. The closet door was also shut tight. Where did he go?

We went through the room moving furniture, looking in drawers. We checked the closet, though we knew he couldn't have gotten in there. Did he fall out the window? Nope, the screens in both windows were tightly secured. What the fuck!

We checked downstairs. I took a walk around the house. No sign. He just vanished. We regrouped in the bedroom after a couple of hours of looking. Veronica said kittens often hide in box springs. Mine is not elevated so we checked the sides. No openings.

There was nothing for it but to try and get some sleep. At that point, I had only gotten a few hours rest and V not much more. We had a lecture on the Bhagavad Gita given by V's guru and teacher, Babaji, to attend. It was going to last all day and we had volunteered to help set up chairs, tables, and food. We needed more sleep, but it didn't come. How could it? We were completely bewildered. Where the fuck was Kikuchiyo?

V went downstairs to use the bathroom and I lay in bed quietly, listening intently for any sound that might alert me to our little boy. Nothing for a few minutes but then I heard a soft thunk under the bed. I hadn't moved. And then it hit me: there was a tear in the box screen by the head of the box spring we missed. As it dawned on me, V came in the room. I asked her to check. She did and discovered a little kitty curled up inside it. The little fucker was under us the entire time!

Aside from that incident, we've been enjoying our time with Kikuchiyo. He's going to get pretty big, we think, given the fact he's got a lot of Maine Coon in him. We'll see.

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Ok, I'm out this piece. Little Kiku needs some head scratching.

Seems to me, you don't want to talk about it

I suppose I'd be better served typing this on my laptop what with all of my PC's issues, but here I am trudging through. Anyway, the issues are mere annoyances, like the persistent overworked fan in my tower that is fucking annoying but tolerable, and I can abide for a bit longer.

A lot going on but I don't have time to cover it all. I know, this is the tale of practically every post. What can I say, my time is limited these days. We've been busy, V and I, and free time to do things like post in a blog has been rare.

In addition to planning a wedding, which, as you're probably aware, takes no small effort, we've been house sitting, riding bikes (got mine last weekend; it'd been way too long), visiting friends and family, plotting tattoos, working, house cleaning (we're the only ones who ever do it), looking for pets, and planning for upcoming retreats. In the midst of all that, I'm trying to find time to create music. Hasn't been easy, but I'm doing it.

Anyway

I need to split. Forgive the short, boring, unnecessary post. Better than nothing, right? Right?

Okay, then. Bye!

Don't you be caught with a tear in your eye

Almost time for bed. I'll probably just fall asleep when I get under the covers but I'll attempt to stay up for a bit anyway. Maybe listen to some Michael Hurley or watch some TimberGiant Bigfoot videos. Veronica is asleep already (I'm on my laptop in the living room) and it's been a busy day, but I want more time, damnit!

We're on day one and a half of a kitchari cleanse. So far, so good, but the triphala tea we're drinking that corresponds with it is cleaning me out. An effective laxative, among other things.  Doesn't taste very good, but I bet you figured as much. Hey, all in the interest of keeping healthy.

Went to a cool barbershop after work. They had a cool little waiting room down a tiny flight of stairs with cushioned chairs, coffee and booze, acoustic guitars on the wall and a flat screen tv on the wall. V and I were impressed. Good cut, too. Got my beard trimmed and some straight razor action on the back of my neck. I'm somewhat a normal looking fellow now.

Wedding plans have come along. We've found our venue (details later) and it's exactly what we wanted. We're elated. The planning continues, though; there is more to do. Big step out of the way and the rest (hopefully) is just gravy.

Time for sleep, I do declare. It's been some time since my last post, I know, but if there's catching up to be done, it will take place in another post.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go join the love of my life in bed.

Good night.