Though the spirits have been good all around of late (owing to my new job, which makes me less of an asshole), the bodies have not.
We bought our biennial subscription to cable (hello Time Warner, fuck you I hate you) at the Cumberland County Fair. Who doesn't buy their cable at the fair? This year it was $39.95 for a year of digital cable. Not as good as the $29.99 I got for basic cable two years ago, but better nonetheless than the $57.95 that they normally charge for garbage television. It's a racket, we know it, paying anything for commercial television. But it's better than ritualistic suicide or violent hard drinking, both things that come to mind on dark, raw February nights. So, we indulge ourselves as winter comes.
It's been a while since I've posted. I'm not one that can just sit down and bang out a couple paragraphs of thoughts. I have a tendency to dither, edit, delete, rewrite and eventually abandon ship. It doesn't help that I work on a computer all day long (I don't want to talk about it), so cozying up in front of this is the last thing I want to do when I get home.
I was reminded of this by my great friend Jeff, who, similarly employed, said as much while noting that my blog was languishing.
(Thanks for the reminder Jeff and fuck you your blog isn't exactly teeming).
I went to church on Sunday with my wife and daughter. It was a catholic church, Sacred Heart, in Portland, Maine. It's a great church, cavernous, lined with towering stained glass, some nice, big imposing steps and columns out front. It's a little run down, but a decent spectacle, especially if you're two (like my daughter).