my friend gail
good ol’ gail. tonight i was at work, trying to help bus tables and check everything out, and i was making gail nervous. but then things calmed down a bit and gail tells me that she reads my blog… i was wondering who was readng it, turns out it is gail. gail and my mother. but then in the next breath she tells me it’s such a time waster… wait a minute! reading my blog is a time waster?? actually i think she was referring to the computer as a whole. i know i sit down in front of this screen many times a day. and my computer isn’t grounded so i get a mild buzz of electricity through me when i write or touch the computer. i need to get it fixed i guess, along with 15 other things.
as we approach spring graduation at UF, our business just builds and builds. tonight was a wednesday and the wait got up to an hour. of course there was the whole eastside high school french club there, celebrating winning something… i wish i remember what they won… and there was a 20 top coming at 9pm, (20 top is restaurant jargon for table of 20). i left before that happened because it seemed that things were under control and i figured i’d get home and hang out with my wife who i didn’t see much of today… turns out she was watching a movie which was too far along for me to join in on and so i went out to the studio to paint and feel guilty for not just staying at work longer. i did finish another painting, which i will photograph soon. and i finished framing the last one too. so, i am actually in a really good mood because when i am making progress in my studio i tend to be very happy. 2 new paintings in about a week is good for me, especially since work is so busy nowadays.
i should plug the upcoming reggae show here, because it is happening in a few days, finally happening. last year was a really fun time for all. this one should even be better. as don pablo keeps telling me, “we’re going to be cork’n it.” must be some jamaican thiing, or something he made up, i don’t know.
i know that sunday i’ll be tired after that party, and i’m supposed to go to jewza paluza at my sons pre-k school and help run the minature golf game. he goes to a jewish school and they call their spring carnival / festival, jewza paluza. (although i’m not sure of the spelling.) don’t you just love that? we’re not jewish actually but the teacher of the class is ms. pedie and everyone knows how great ms. pedie is, even protestants like me heard about her. my son can now sing songs in hebrew and knows more about jewish culture than i ever did.
that’s enough info for one night. gail now knows more than i could ever tell her while at work… and so do you, gentle reader of the satchblog.
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