Deja voodoo

I rented the first two episodes of the second half of the last season of The Sopranos and they looked eerily familiar. How could this be? They haven't been out that long. I guess all that killing and family sturm und drang is just ongoing. But I will persevere to the final episode. Soon.

Last night was the radio meeting before which Connie and I ate burgers at Beckett's.

Going to New York Feb. 4-6 for some training. Having dinner with Anne Monday night then training Tuesday, out to dinner with the company people, half a day training Wednesday and on the plane at 6 p.m. Staying at the Empire which overlooks Central Park on the west side toward the bottom. W. 63rd St. to be exact. Only 3 blocks from the meetings at ABC Central on 66th. Roomful of Blues is at Joe's Pub Tuesday night for 2 shows, 7:30 and 9:30. Might swing by that. It's way down in the south of Manhattan but just a block off the Broadway subway line.

Here are some kitchen pictures. Still haven't painted that window or got a curtain thingy. Click on the pictures to see bigger versions.







I'm thinking that woodwork needs to be a different color. Suggestions?

Saturday, Amy and I and other interested parties are going to the a couple of antique/collectible stores in downtown Toledo for amusement. The place I got the monkey and the CD cabinet.

Listening to Todd Snider's Viva Satellite on which he sounds a lot like Tom Petty on the first couple of songs. It's with the Nervous Wrecks which includes Will Kimbrough. On my list of to-do's is to learn Horseshoe Lake but it remains unaccomplished.

Johnny Winter is at both the Wheeling fest and the Ribberfest. It's not announced yet on the Ribberfest website but it's on pollstar.

Work is tiresome. There are a ton of unanswered webmaster emails about how people don't like the new site and I should just blast through them with a stock reply but like I have time. It's always something. Equipment failure, unresolved login problems, emergency road closings, new logos for ad campaigns, conference calls. But I gotta do this year and pay off the stuff, Karen's car, the kitchen, Anne's plane fare.

I had a dream the other night about how I went to buy a pickup truck and I was about to drive away with it when the salesman says he has this deluxe SUV for me, white, I don't know what make, and so I take it and am delighted. Cars in dreams are always your life. I think this means I'm wanting to trade up in life but I should not set my sights on a pickup truck life when I could have some tricked-out SUV. I'm sure it was a hybrid. Oh yeah.

Next week, South Carolina. Where it's 70 degrees most days.