Thirty Days in September

I've almost completely lost interest in writing as of late.  Go figure.  Catch up on this other little project of mine at the links below if you're new to the blog.

Thirty-One Days in March (Part 1)

Thirty-One Days in March (Part 2)
Thirty Days in April

Thirty-One Days in May

Thirty Days in June

Thirty-One Days in July

Thirty-One Days in August

Sunday – 01 September 2013

Spaghetti and homemade meatballs. Win.

Song of the Day: Badge - Eric Clapton

Monday – 02 September 2013

Post Labor Day dim sum coma with my favorite bird dog.

Song of the Day: Them Belly Full - Bob Marley

Tuesday – 03 September 2013

BALL!

Song of the Day: Big Brown Eyes - Old 97's 

Wednesday – 04 September 2013

Handwritten cards from the vets and techs who treated Maynard.  It's kind of an incredible thing that they did and it meant the world to me.  I sure do miss that little guy.

Song of the Day: Every Dog Has Its Day - Flogging Molly

Thursday – 05 September 2013

Finally saw Butch live – better than even my exorbitant expectations.

Song of the Day: Ponce De Leon - Butch Walker

Friday – 06 September 2013

Day-off-patio-pressure-washing-fun for me AND Belle.  Red-letter day, this.  I don't know what I would do without this crazy girl in my life.

Song of the Day: Tell Me Baby - Red Hot Chili Peppers

Saturday – 07 September 2013

Random ATL: Midtown.  House party.  Ridiculousness.

Song of the Day: Not A Virgin - Poe

Sunday – 08 September 2013

Almost every meal I ever cook starts out like this.  Love it.  

Song of the Day: Zina-Marina - Gogol Bordello

Monday – 09 September 2013

Perfect clear Monday morning ATL.

Song of the Day: Don't Drag Me Down - Social Distortion

Tuesday – 10 September 2013

Roswell Mill diversion.  The firm is using this shot in an announcement for an upcoming art show that we are hosting.

Song of the Day: Know Your Enemy - Rage Against The Machine 

Wednesday – 11 September 2013

9.11. 

Song of the Day: Rockin' In The Free World - Neil Young

Thursday – 12 September 2013

Peaceful quick hike after work.  I hadn't been in these woods in a long time, good to be back.

Song of the Day: Like A Stone - Audioslave

Friday – 13 September 2013

Ben Harper at The Tabernacle was amazing tonight.  At the end of the set, he went a capella and killed the whole damn crowd.

Song of the Day: I Don't Believe A Word You Say - Ben Harper and Charlie Musselwhite

Saturday – 14 September 2013

Went into the office this afternoon.  Blanked on why, so I took a stroll along Vickery Creek instead.

Song of the Day: My Little Birdie - The Nice Device

Sunday – 15 September 2013

Back in Katy, Texas for a Monday morning site visit.  

Song of the Day: She Caught The Katy - Taj Mahal

Monday – 16 September 2013

Chililn' with the locals before flying back to the A.

Song of the Day: Texas Radio And The Big Beat - The Doors 

Tuesday – 17 September 2013

I've probably taken some variation of this pic every time I've flown into DC.  Saarinen nailed it on this one though; love that building.

Song of the Day: Spanish Bombs - The Clash

Wednesday – 18 September 2013

Stole some time for a brief walk along the Potomac after a project punch walk.  Looks like they're holding on Phase IV so I probably won't be back to Northern Virginia for a while.  I hate that.  It's one of my favorites.

Song of the Day: The Man Who Sold The World - Nirvana

Thursday – 19 September 2013

During ball time with Belle in the back yard, I saw this bad boy shooting aerials over East Lake for the Tour Championship.  I like to imagine Snoopy was in fact at the controls.

Song of the Day: This D.J. - Warren G

Friday – 20 September 2013

East Atlanta Roll.  Good clean neighborhood fun.

Song of the Day: I Know What I Am - Band Of Skulls

Saturday – 21 September 2013

Soggy day in the 'Vil.  Not my best show, but not as bad as the last one.  I'll definitely set the market come spring, I'm sure of it.  Plus I still have a small show in October.  

Song of the Day: Middle Of The Road - Johnathan Rice

Sunday – 22 September 2013

First day of fall.  My little Dogwood agrees.

Song of the Day: Superstition - Stevie Wonder

Monday – 23 September 2013

It was Monday.  All.  Day.  Long.  Then I got home and all was well!

Song of the Day: You and Me (And The Bottle Makes Three) - Big Bad Voodoo Daddy

Tuesday – 24 September 2013

Beautiful rainy morning drive.

Song of the Day: Hell - Squirrel Nut Zippers

Wednesday – 25 September 2013

Another epic traffic morning gifted me unexpected morning zen bonus time.  

Song of the Day: Anna Molly - Incubus 

Thursday – 26 September 2013

Early morning breakfast meeting in Buckhead.  I'm not a fan of breakfast, early meetings or Buckhead but I do love this building (in spite of my better judgement).

Song of the Day: Clean My Wounds - Corrosion Of Conformity

Friday – 27 September 2013

Red beans and rice and a tumble down memory lane.

Song of the Day: Gone For Good - The Shins 

Saturday – 28 September 2013

I had designs on introducing Belle to a new ball today but her enthusiasm for the old one derailed me.  How can I say no to that face?  It was a beautiful day.  I should have taken her to the country.

Song of the Day: Wagon Wheel - Old Crow Medicine Show

Sunday – 29 September 2013

Much needed new color for the front steps.  Always good to get hands dirty on a Sunday afternoon.

Song of the Day: Wild Flower - The Cult

Monday – 30 September 2013

I had a site visit in Adairsville this morning.  That drive up through the hills made me want to just keep driving, like it always does.  In other news, I've come to the realization that what's missing in my life is access to a crane!  How much fun would that be?  A long road trip would certainly be easier to come by though, and more appropriate as well.    

Song of the Day: 4th Of July - Shooter Jennings

Six Ridiculous Recurring Dreams

At 4:00 in the morning, I hear a knock on the door.  I stumble out of bed, open and fall right through into the black night sky.  As I fall, I get cold and realize I’m wet and then I splat onto the face mask of a football helmet.  I drip down for eternity until I fall into the QBs mouth.  I’m spat out as he calls the play and as I slowly plummet to earth I look up to see that I’m the QB.  As I fall through the blades of grass I notice that they all have faces and they all look just like me.

I’m on a date with Lindsey Lohan and I can’t stop calling her Laura.  She slaps me every time I do and vomits puppies.  My hair starts to fall out and my eyelashes grow out of control.  Her freckles begin speaking Spanish and then she jumps from the Golden Gate Bridge.  The paparazzi take my picture instead and I look like an idiot in the tabloids.

It’s a Disney perfect morning complete with cartoon birds whistling on my window sill.  I hear a dog whimpering and track it to my studio closet. I open the door and catch from the corner of my eye, a transparent white shadow of a small dog scurry away into the next room.  The next room is my same studio with the same closet door and the same whimpering dog and scurrying shadow to the next studio and closet door again and again and again and again.

I’m awakened by Christina Applegate writing “I love you” on my forehead with her tongue.  Then she suddenly tells me that she is gay and my legs fall off and walk into the kitchen and turn into jelly beans.  She reaches under her shirt, takes out two purple balloons and ties them to my still floating upper body with locks of her hair.  I drift into the sky; she laughs out loud and calls me an asshole.  I’m wearing a powder blue tuxedo and a Chicago Cubs baseball hat.

There is a high-stakes golf tournament on and I’m in the lead on Sunday.  I step up to the tee, address the ball and notice off to my left a barbershop quartet under a low canopy singing in four-part harmony, “What’ll you have?”.  “Make it a double”, I reply.  I take a practice swing and realize that I’m swinging a miniature vacuum cleaner.  In my backswing, I’m distracted by a cheering section of gangbanger Hispanic girls getting the word “Four” tattooed on their eyelids.

Just after I fall asleep, Maynard jerks and sits straight up and says, “I can’t sleep Pop.  There is a little boy under my bed.”  I look under the bed to humor him and see a little boy who says, “I can’t sleep Pop.  There is a little dog in my bed.”