December 29th, 2019. Sunday morning.

December 29, 2019January 3, 2020

Thursday my cousins threw a surprise birthday party for my Uncle Martin. We successfully surprised him. There was much huddled whispering in the garage.

It’s a grey grey Sunday. Rain is drizzling down, light is filtering through, both are reaching the ground in a steady trickle leaving Catonsville blanket in… well a blanket. A vaguely warm, damp blanket entirely inappropriate for December 29th.

A big part of family gatherings growing up was an annual crab fest. My mother felt it was very important for my Maryland cred to be able to pick a crab “correctly”, but it’s been a very, very long time. This crab is here to remind me of my roots.

Last night Rowan and Heather and I played up in Hanover, PA – had a great time – rocked the night away. We were playtesting Heather’s husband’s new van and if it wasn’t for the fact that the dashboard kept throwing up it’s estimated gas efficiency of 18 miles per gallon we could’ve thought “hey, this IS the perfect tourmobile!!!” There was space for this, that, AND the other – and even Rowan’s brand new bodhran which he brandished bassily at Miscreation.

The new bodhran and Heather’s cajon are AMAZING together. The new bodhran and my beatboxing should NOT play together cause it’s all like bbBABBBBBbbbBBBbBABABbbboosh bass mud. So, we’ve learned our lesson there.

Holy crap, Heather’s new husband’s new car (complete with smell) can fit the WORLD.

Rowan crashed at the house last night and apparently ran off early this morning in to the gray mists, long before a neighbour decided to clean out his car listening to a “best-of” mix of Nirvana that woke me thinking it was mayhaps time to click off my clock radio and get my ass to high school.

It’s been a good weekend.