June 21, 2003

It is the first day of summer. I am declaring this the Summer of Thea. I have a lot to do today. I have a lot of running around. I have to take some things to my parent’s house. I have a bass drum that belongs to little Matty Bumpo. I have some documents that need to be signed by my doctor for work. I have items that I am putting on permanent loan with some of my dogs. All of that needs to get out of my house today. Other than that, I am going to be packing boxes and kicking it. I am thinking about cranking the stereo up past three. Whoa. Get out.

Yesterday. We got the call to sign the final papers on the house. I keep having to pinch myself. I can’t believe that we are doing this. Also. Old school Assholier than Thou fans will remember the tale of the heroin addict breaking into my house. Well. He is out of jail and walking the streets of Lakewood, OH. Problematic. And I have been working on a piece for Alternative Press all week that focused on one of the many problems with the U.S. penal system. Here’s another one. Heroin addicts who break into my house out on the streets after two and a half years. No. Seriously. I know it was a drug crime. I can reason that the problem is bigger than my situation. I agree that there needs to be reform. No. I don’t want the man locked up for being a drug addict. No. It does not make it any easier. Laurie spent all of last night working on a paper for school – waking me up on the futon past midnight to finally go to bed. However lonely and bored I was, it does not diminish how proud I am of her for getting her learn on after more than a decade of being out of the system. Do they make “My Wife is an Honor Student at Cuyahoga Community College” bumper stickers? Is there some sort of penalty that we would have to pay for putting one on the Euro Wagon?

I took the sling off on Thursday before we went to Sonic Youth and Wilco. I am not putting it back on. My arm works. It aches. It feels like all of the muscles in my arm were pulled out at once. That is because that’s what happened. My arm is weak. (I should say that on your answering machine.) I will play the drums again. Sonic Youth was excellent. They rocked as hard as you can as forty-somethings in a tent on a parking lot. We bailed on Wilco. It was way too cold. Welcome to Cleveland, OH in June. Also, there were no seats except for the VIP section. A VIP section in a parking lot? It’s called: “This Space Reserved for…”. I had fun that night. Big ups to Junkyard Todd and Smoking Andy.

It is the first day of Summer. Vans sneakers on. Carhartt shorts on. Motorhead t-shirt on. I am ready to rock.

posted by Thea at 7:41 AM

June 18, 2003

With all of the time that I have wasted. Yes. I said wasted. On mental anguish type bullshit. Anxiety. Depression. Boredom. The spiral of stupidity. Worry. Confusion. Unexplained euphoria. Just getting through another day at that office. All of those mind games. The whole unchecked introspection as life thing. Every journey through inner space. All of the time I have spent in my head. In the maze. Am I going to get out of this? All of that bullshit. It makes any physical challenge that I have to go through seem real easy. Tonight. I unloaded all of my books into boxes and got them all downstairs. With one arm. I am the one arm bandit. Bandito armo uno. And it was fun. Because I was not thinking about all of the other bullshit. I was just thinking. OK. Let’s get this box downstairs. And everything else went away. Except for Deep Purple. They kept on rocking. And it was excellent. And everything is going to turn out great. And I am going to bed. While everything is still good. Goodnight.

posted by Thea at 10:11 PM

June 17, 2003

Q: Are you going to BLOG?
A: Yeah.
Q: Are you going to BLOG about me?
A: Yeah.
Q: What are you going to BLOG about me?
A: I am going to BLOG that you fucking rule.

That one goes out to my wife. Actual conversation. She does actually fucking rule. She is a woman. She is a lady. First. She thinks about herself as part of a couple. A unit. A team. Before she thinks of herself as an individual. How do I know that? She told me so on our walk just now. I went walking without the sling. More pain that yesterday. My arm is still very shaky. I am dealing with the thought that I am going to be dealing with this for a while. Shit. It is bumming me out. Pain is a bummer. No doubt about that. The “Sale Pending” sign went up today. Yes. It is almost over. If I did not have to pack or move, I would think that two weeks was too long to wait. Next phase of life. Starting now. I listened to “Who Do We Think We Are” by Deep Purple and “Straight Shooter” by Bad Company today at work. Repeatedly. Proving that I absolutely rock or confirming that I totally suck? Maybe it is all relative.

posted by Thea at 8:56 PM

June 15, 2003

Happy Father’s Day. To my dad. Number one. And Laurie’s dad. The other number one. They both rule. It has been a couple of day since my last BLOG. Here’s what I did. In reverse order. Went for first walk since the car hit me. Feels great to move again. Visit with my family. Visit with Laurie’s family. Wrote this morning for the first time since the car hit me. Feels great to think again. Party at Chris and Janice’s. BBQ at Andrej and Caryn’s. Rocked out to the first three Deep Purple albums. Satan’s Satellites. New Born Naturals. At the Beachland. My friend Tom’s mother’s funeral. We have another place to live. There’s my weekend.

I have to get it in gear this week. Now that the arm is not killing me. I have to pack. I have to figure out where it is all going to go. I have to write something for Alternative Press. I have work to do. Game on. Talk to you tomorrow on the Assholier than Thou Good Times Happy Friends Monday Morning Radio Show.

posted by Thea at 11:19 PM