That’s right, I NEVER repeat myself. Ever. Never in a million years would I repeat myself on the subject of repeating myself. Never.
Any-hoo, I’m typing this entry on the dock at the lake where my parents live. It’s a gorgeous sunny day, and I’ve been awash in wildlife the likes of which I haven’t seen up here in years. Snakes, Minks, Otters, you name it and it seems to have wriggled out of the woodwork this weekend. I don’t mind it though. It keeps the raccoons at bay.
This is the beginning of what normal folks refer to as “vay-cay-shun.” The first one of any real length that I’ve taken in years. It’s nice to get away, but I really don’t like doing so unless I’ve got something to do. There is a certain charm to be able to hang out at one’s own house and do nothing, but after a day or so I get pretty bored of that.
So this year I’ve filled my time well. I’m at my parent’s cottage as we speak, then home to the city to record The Watchtower, then off to the grand ol’ town of Montreal to hang out with they LICD crew. They’re holding a great little meet ‘n greet for fans and friends alike which I assume will be as great a time as one can have with their pants on (and knowing Sohmer as I do, pants are not guaranteed).
The cool part about the trip to La Belle Province is that I am taking the train for the first time. I’m looking forward to it actually; it’s going to be a 5-hour trip, which I think is just about right. It’s about what it would take to drive it, and it’s something I’ve never done before. I’m all about that stuff these days.
Also, I blew out a brake line doing 100kmh on the highway yesterday. Kind of an interesting experience. Certainly puts things in perspective.
OK, I’m going to go string up a hammock and contemplate life, the universe, and everything. Should take until about Tuesday. I’ll see ya sometime after that.
