The Gaming Outpost

I would not say that I now have everything in the house that I will need for Thanksgiving dinner; however, given that I reached Eatmore a mere hour before closing and they had already stopped giving out tickets for service at the meat department, I am impressed with the fact that I got everything I could get there, including the filet. (I have mentioned here before that I can no longer eat turkey, for many years my favorite meal, but that I am consoled in that whenever we prepare a turkey for a holiday we also prepare a filet mignon for those of us–which means me–who cannot eat turkey, and I graciously share my consolation dish with everyone else.) Yes, the filet is a rather expensive cut of meat, but on the other hand Eatmore sells its meat considerably more cheaply than most other stores, so I’m not unhappy with the expense as part of the holiday feast. Two packed oversized shopping carts later, which entirely filled the trunk and much of the back seat of the Saturn, and I’m not worried about what we’re going to eat for a few weeks.

Baxter got waylaid by life yesterday, and so did not make it to our intended Collision rehearsal; however, Adam and I went over some of the music, and I’m comfortable that he now knows the first song. This is very encouraging, since he started learning the bass guitar earlier this year or late last year, and mostly set it aside for quite a few months, so I was concerned as to how well he was going to do. I’ve tried to arrange things to some degree to favor easier bass parts earlier in the learning process, so he’ll have the opportunity to get better at the instrument while learning the songs, and when we get to the tough ones maybe he’ll be ready for them. I’ve also been writing up the sheets for the songs, and assuming Brittany can handle the vocals I’m ready. I still have not had the opportunity to meet her, and more importantly to hear the lie of her voice, but we’ll get there.

I’ve probably got more to do than I can think, at the moment, but I’m going to start thinking and see how far it gets me.

–M. J. Young