a beautiful saturday

scott wilbur came over pretty early and actually got me out of the house to walk to marketime for lunch and snacks. saw ronnie there, bought him a sandwich, gave him some dough, and he gave me a "Pride in America" (or something similar) calendar that'd bug me if it wasn't from the Disabled American Veterans. he looks to be doing pretty well, and that is a good thing. we see many youngsters heading down the hill to go to oktoberfest, aka come to fremont and get shitfaced celebration. normally it's nice to be gone this weekend, but in the absence of that possibility let's just say staying indoors watching the fighting catolicos of notre dame run away with one against the huskies seemed the smartest thing to do.

then scott and i pulled out guitars, i a 12-string, which we hadn't played with i don't think since i bought the case for it, what, two years ago this xmas? (a $250 taylor. CASE.) as always tuning and keeping a capo on it were mutually incompatible goals but we did kind of n-joy playing "solitary man" and "my cup runneth over" and "katie" with the 12. so now my fingers and my toe both hurt.

midway through, bob feingold calls after some of the woodford reserve tom and joanie sent him home with. we talked about his ex- ma'lynn, who's in the hospital with "complications" from back surgery that may leave her paralyzed. shit, that's some kind of complicatin. i know her divorce from bob was pretty unpleasant, but the karmic comeuppance seems a little x-treme. (though who knows what evil stuff she may have perpetrated in a former life.)
had to get out the door to get a script at bartell's by 7:00. only the message on bartell's phone machine was wrong--they close at 6:00. ha ha, joke's on me. so they called over to the 24-hour bartell's on south queen anne and they filled the prescription instead, so it only cost me like 45 minutes of driving around. it was good to get home.