Trad Music Nightly

January 11, 2017 - 7:54pm -- swingbug

I'm fond of the new Irish pub to which I can walk from my house. I owe them quite a bit, actually, and not the bar-tab kind of way. 

Father Paddy's Public House popped into existence in Woodland last year and brought to us the things that I would consider a prerequisite for such an establishment, such as decent beer on tap and fine plate of fish and chips, but also something I hadn't thought to expect. Live local music. Specifically live local Irish music, which I didn't even know we had around here. 

And So this is Christmas

December 28, 2016 - 9:23am -- swingbug

And here we are again. The tree in the living room is getting crispy and I'm back at the office. It's the fourth day of Christmas, coming up on the fifth night of Hanukah I think, and three days to go before we say goodnight to 2016.

The general sentiment of folks on the internet seems to be good riddance on that score. Truth to tell, I'm more worried about what the new year will bring us this time around. I feel my patented brand of optimism slipping.

A Retail Scene

December 18, 2016 - 11:42pm -- swingbug

I'm in Cost Plus on a Friday evening at 5:30 pm, nine days before Christmas. Normally, I would be playing hockey at this time. In actuality, this scene isn't that different.

I approach the counter with various Christmas purchases in my basket, which include a bottle of wine. (The wine isn't actually a gift; it's for me. I have a lot of wrapping to do tonight.)

"May I see your ID, ma'am?" asks the young clerk.

I beam at her and hand over my license for inspection. "Thank you for asking," I say, conspiratorially. "I haven't been carded in ages."

But I'm Catching Up

December 13, 2016 - 5:35am -- swingbug

Tuesday morning. 5 a.m. Airport coffee and a plastic chair. Tinsel on the airport art. Fa-la-la-la-la. 

Life's been a blur of work and Christmas. Throw in a new hockey bruise and you're up to speed. 

Every time I switch on the news, my stomach turns over. I keep switching it on though. I'm starting to wonder if I do it out of social responsibility or as a rubbernecker watching a slow-motion car wreck crash into Washington. 

The best I can do is take a deep breath, resist the urge to panic, and look to my local community for ways to help. 

Dark

November 9, 2016 - 4:18pm -- swingbug

I live in the heart of California, and it's pretty dark around here today, sunshine not withstanding. The girls at the coffee shop took my coffee cup and filled it with little conversation. The tables were full, but still. No one would openly debate politics at the office -- it wouldn't be appropriate -- but there's an elephant in the room nonetheless.

I turned my phone off this morning. My feeds and text threads were either full and loud, or so silent they screamed in and of themselves.

One Day More

November 7, 2016 - 8:24pm -- swingbug
I Voted sticker

Alright, my mail-in ballot is filled out, signed and dated, and waiting for me to drop it off at my polling place first thing in the morning. (Yes, I could actually mail it, but I want to go get my sticker.)

I read a lot this year. Every proposition, from multiple sources, plus constructive debates with friends and family.

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