Ed Patrick: Nothing Personal

“You don’t get to phone me
To tell me that you’re lonely
‘Cus You don’t get to choose the part you lose
And the piece you keep of me”
“You don’t get to phone me
To tell me that you’re lonely
‘Cus You don’t get to choose the part you lose
And the piece you keep of me”
Late in the afternoon, a few of us decided to wander over to the beach for a walk… to catch the sunset.
Went to drop off our car today, at the dealership. They were closed, so we ended up leaving our keys in the overnight dropoff/box.
Liz followed me from the lakehouse, and was driving Anne’s Miata. Of course, on the way over, she passed me for a bit… and then eventually followed me again.
Slow day today. We got up a bit early, and several of us headed out to Musekgon to visit the Muskegon Farmers Market.
All told, this was an incredible show that we watched for a solid 30 to 40 minutes. It felt incredibly special, incredibly unique. And I loved that we were all able to share in this moment, experiencing this silent awe.
I don’t know how many more times I’ll see something like this in my lifetime. I’m hoping it’s more than this one time. But I will tell you – I’m happy I got this one.
On the way up, we realized something was up with our air conditioning. About 5 miles from their place, the AC just started to get hot. And we started to see water coming in to the cab – especially by the passenger side.
“Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.”
We’re heading out of town soon, and we didn’t want to be a blocker for Bob’s work on the HVAC up here. The space is super tight (by design), and Bob can’t finalize the placement of the furnace until we mud, tape, and paintthe walls. Because once he puts in the furnace and ductwork, there’s no way we’re going to be able to reach the walls.
At this point… there may have been a mixing mishap. I ended up helping out some, cleaning a lot of the mud that splattered all over (and made its way down the stairs and onto the windows on the first floor).
It’s a Sunday, and Liz suited up to work on the mudding and taping of the furnace room. It’s a small space, and not really something more than one person can work on at a time.
Back at the house, we focused on getting some more drywall up in the furnace room. Not sure if I mentioned, but the stuff we’re putting up is fire board – similar to normal drywall, but just a little denser (and heavier).
We had an additional full sheet downstairs, but luckily didn’t have to go retrieve it. We were just barely able to use our remaining scraps to get the ceiling in.
Liz and I went together with the bunnies to Ness Exotics. Both were there to get a vaccination shot for a particularly scary disease, that has officially cropped up in Illinois: Rabbit Hemorrhagic Disease.
On the way home, I found myself one of the few (only?) passengers in my Metra car. Not just the one I was in, but the adjoining section to boot.
A favorite past talk of mine involved 100 Kazoos and a shot of tequila. I wanted a similar kind of audience participation, and ended up going with a similar tactic.
This time around? 100 ping pong balls. And also: a shot of tequila.
Hugo is a pretty chill rabbit, but it’s always funny to remember just how sizable he is (especially compared to Daisy). I feel like those ears could pick up stealth bomber activity, over the Eastern seaboard.