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Interesting start to the week...
Let us begin with Saturday, October 2nd and Michelle's CENSOREDth birthday. New Autumn mugs, a new Autumn travel cup and scones from Starbucks were my contribution. At Jami's request to "buy mommy a present", we left Michelle to nap and I took him to the mall (a rare father-son outing) and thence to Yankee Candle for some autumn candles and a new decorative plate. He and I bounced around the mall, shared a pretzel and a Sprite for lunch, and took in the sights. We went to PetCo and bought fish for the aquarium. We had a good time. When he's not fighting with his sister, he's a lot of fun to hang out with. (The same goes for Katie, if you were wondering, autism and all.)
As to my concert Saturday night, it was my last one at Stone Bridge. I remember saying back in February that the shop's days were numbered, and the countdown ended Saturday night. Sandy, the presumptive owner of the place, has given up trying to buy it from Russ who, to be charitable, has been a real prick from pretty much Day One. He wanted to unload it then, and you would think, presented with a buyer, that he would have done everything in his power to accommodate her needs.
Not so, and I don't understand it. After several months of runaround, she and her lawyer wrote a letter telling him, more or less, "fuck you", and sent notarized copies to all affected entities. He is now stuck with a shop and no one to run it, a mound of debt, and a lot of explaining to do to The State. Good riddance, say I1.
Sandy has already looked at three other properties (each about a mile from Stone Bridge), placed a bid on the fixtures and equipment from another coffee shop that's going out of business, and expects to be open in time for my regularly scheduled concert in November. I'll be her first performer, and certainly not the last.
So, as I said, I had a concert Saturday night. Almost everyone there was aware it was the last night for Stone Bridge as we knew it, and generally speaking emotions were running high. When I started my closing song, Armstrong's Goodnight (The Parting Glass), I heard a few sniffles, and by the time I finished half a dozen people were openly weeping. When I finished, the audience rose pretty much as one person and gave me a standing ovation. Never had one of those: it was humbling.
I stayed another two hours, played a half dozen encores, and finally came home to bed around 1:00am. Too damn late, but worth it.
Michelle is sick with her usual early-Autumn round of bronchitis. I managed to avoid getting sick up to now, but now my throat and chest are tight and kinda sore. It's odd, insofar as I don't feel sick otherwise. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop, though. I crashed this afternoon with a sick migraine: headache, disorientation, and nausea. I took drugs and slept for about half an hour, enough to get me back on my feet and working.
Tomorrow, I'll take Sarah to the vet (spay, declaw, the last of her kitten shots) and the kids to school, then off to a regular workday, whatever that means anymore. We had a presentation today in front of the ad agency for Ford, we'll meet with Ford Corporate in a week or two. They're talking an ad campaign similar to what we did for them back in Feb/March for the Cincinnati ad group, but for every advertising group in the country. Basically what we did last time times fifty. That, friends, would be a life changing experience.
Within the next couple of weeks, we also meet with Nissan. Could this finally be it? Show me the money.
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As to my concert Saturday night, it was my last one at Stone Bridge. I remember saying back in February that the shop's days were numbered, and the countdown ended Saturday night. Sandy, the presumptive owner of the place, has given up trying to buy it from Russ who, to be charitable, has been a real prick from pretty much Day One. He wanted to unload it then, and you would think, presented with a buyer, that he would have done everything in his power to accommodate her needs. Not so, and I don't understand it. After several months of runaround, she and her lawyer wrote a letter telling him, more or less, "fuck you", and sent notarized copies to all affected entities. He is now stuck with a shop and no one to run it, a mound of debt, and a lot of explaining to do to The State. Good riddance, say I1.
Sandy has already looked at three other properties (each about a mile from Stone Bridge), placed a bid on the fixtures and equipment from another coffee shop that's going out of business, and expects to be open in time for my regularly scheduled concert in November. I'll be her first performer, and certainly not the last.
So, as I said, I had a concert Saturday night. Almost everyone there was aware it was the last night for Stone Bridge as we knew it, and generally speaking emotions were running high. When I started my closing song, Armstrong's Goodnight (The Parting Glass), I heard a few sniffles, and by the time I finished half a dozen people were openly weeping. When I finished, the audience rose pretty much as one person and gave me a standing ovation. Never had one of those: it was humbling. I stayed another two hours, played a half dozen encores, and finally came home to bed around 1:00am. Too damn late, but worth it.
Michelle is sick with her usual early-Autumn round of bronchitis. I managed to avoid getting sick up to now, but now my throat and chest are tight and kinda sore. It's odd, insofar as I don't feel sick otherwise. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop, though. I crashed this afternoon with a sick migraine: headache, disorientation, and nausea. I took drugs and slept for about half an hour, enough to get me back on my feet and working.
Tomorrow, I'll take Sarah to the vet (spay, declaw, the last of her kitten shots) and the kids to school, then off to a regular workday, whatever that means anymore. We had a presentation today in front of the ad agency for Ford, we'll meet with Ford Corporate in a week or two. They're talking an ad campaign similar to what we did for them back in Feb/March for the Cincinnati ad group, but for every advertising group in the country. Basically what we did last time times fifty. That, friends, would be a life changing experience.Within the next couple of weeks, we also meet with Nissan. Could this finally be it? Show me the money.
1 If you want the full story, drop me a line.
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