Should I bore you with my heart felt thoughts or drop mundane instances from my daily existence. Thoughts have been lingering lately about my own life as well as others. It's been 2 months since my father's passing and the house is full of constant reminders even though he hasn't lived here in many, many years. Music is a constant reminder, but those are generally good thoughts: him drunkenly professing his love for the Joni Mitchell's Blue album, listening to Zappa in Joshua tree, any Bob Dylan album, and his countless stories of "that time he saw the Stones play a the Hollywood bowl till 4AM" or was it Dr. John at the Palladium. Hell, by the end he didn't even know.


Lately it's been the boxes piled in the garage. One in particular is labeled "Inside Lights" in his perfectly straight handwriting. It draws me back to the countless times we had to dig the Christmas junk down from the rafters and eventually culminating with the hanging of the outside lights. Meticulously stapling every strand at its appropriate point, and doing it in reverse a month or so later, making sure to get every staple out. I really wasn't of fan of it then and neither was he, it's even worse now cleaning out the rafters which are full of my mothers countless knickknacks of holiday cheer. It's all going out for the yard sale or the Goodwill or eventually the trash.

On other notes, my schedule is better after having pulled five weeks of an absurd morning schedule. Life is slowly returning to normality although give it two months and shits going to be hectic. Shit i just remembered i forgot to call grandpa. It's his birthday. Happy Birthday Grandpa! Until next time - Peace and Love - Z

Post Script: G-map is awesome. The image is of a short ride I did last night. I've got a good little crew of various bike buddies who can hang with hills and miles.