Hello, Surf Reporters! I realize this is not Friday, and I know I haven't sent one of these in a while. But I'm trying to get everything back on track. It's a noble effort. And, as I often say... we'll see how it goes.
As I type this the older boy is playing guitar in his bedroom, directly above me. I was listening to the Indie 1.0 channel on SiriusXM before he cranked it up, and am continuing to listen due to stubbornness. And it is maddening. Right now "Search and Destroy" by The Stooges is blasting from my stereo, and he's noodling and monkeying with an effects pedal, so loud it's shaking the walls. But I will not be moved. Oh, I might end up in the wacky shack, but he's not causing me to turn off my music. I was here first.
Over the past couple of weeks I've set up a new podcast website at surfreportpod.com
. Check it out if you're so inclined. I wanted a place I can post better show notes, share photos, accept comments, etc. Previously, it was scattered all over the internet, but now it's centralized and organized. Hopefully it's useful. Pass the beer nuts.
I'm at the halfway point in the $10 Scratch-Off Project. I'm 26 weeks in and you can check out the status through the link below. But I can tell you this much... my molars can't take a whole lot more aggravation-grinding. The best bet in all of gambling?! Why do I keep hearing Johnny Rotten's legendary quote
at the end of the final Sex Pistols show?
The younger boy is moving out this week. He's 22, which is the same age I moved from my parents' house. But it feels really young from this vantage point. I have many mixed feelings about it, but he won't be far — just a few miles up the road. Sometimes I feel like I might be dead inside (I'm not proud of it), but the fact that I'm on the verge of crying makes me realize there might still be a little clump of humanity left in there somewhere.
See you guys again soon.
Thanks for being a part of this!