Octopot

For some odd reason, the kids think I have an obsession with teapots.

It might have something to do with the name of the blog.  It might have something to do with the name of my Etsy shop.  Or the Facebook page I maintain with the same name.

It also might have to do with some of the photography I’ve done, featuring said teapot.  He managed to feature in quite a few of the earlier T&T posts from my Google days.

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It may even be my pretty widely-used avatar photo – one of my favorite (read, time intensive, “Whatinhell did I get myself into???” PITA) ‘shop projects of all time:

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Now…I don’t necessarily attach myself to teapots exclusively.  I freely love all unique glassware.  I remember dropping into mourning when the teacup fell out of its bag and shattered on the pavement.

I wrote a very heartfelt and appropriate post celebrating our creative collaboration together, and wore black for a whole DAY.

I was saddened when Spook dragged one of my ceramic comedy/tragedy masks off the wall, and I found it in pieces in the morning.

I used the pieces in a photography project, one of the shots ended up as album art for the SQO’s band’s album.

I’m even a little upset over the glass I broke last week, because I forgot it was in the fridge and pulled something out behind it.

Glass slivers in the bottom of the feet seriously suck!!!

But I’m not obsessed with JUST teapots…I have objects De Drinkware all over the blog:

If it throws a reflection, sparkle, or glimmer and is unusual, it catches my eye.

Anyway – the kids went down to Goodwill last weekend, and brought me something that I HAD to share:

A Octopot

Ladies and Gentlemen…may I proudly present:   OCTOPOT!

If ever there was a time I was tempted to change out my blog banner for a new one…this would be the new ‘T’ in the T&T, because it’s just too damned adorable to be hidden 😀

Goodbye Darkness, my old friend…

Right…

I haven’t had a drop of anything caffeinated since the fascinating brush with the new pain chart last week won me an all-expenses-NOT-paid trip to the ER via ambulance last week.  It was a hard decision.

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I had been drinking the occasional energy drink on the weekends, because I wanted something sweet and cold, instead of hot. (Not that big a deal – they’re loaded with chemical stimulants, anyway…)

 

 

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The Diet Coke is now officially history.  (ditto – chemical shit-storm, anyone?)

 

 

 

 

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But the coffee & cream in the AM?

**sob**

Gawd, I miss my coffee…

 

 

 

 

Oddly enough, it’s not missed nearly as much when I walk as when I drive in to work.  The fresh air, exercise, and sunshine must be fully waking me up so I don’t NEED  my coffee in those mornings…but when I end up having to drive in to work, I feel my ass just a-draggin all day long.

 

I have to wave valiantly to you, my dark, hot, creamy & sweet (thanks to some Torani syrups) lover…but the romance is over.  Maybe you and Catherine’s Clothing Stores can get together?

 

Now what am I gonna do with my funny coffee cup collection?

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The Rock

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Nope – not the wrestler/actor…although, it certainly FELT like I’d been body-slammed.

I’m talking about a kidney stone.  I had one make its way down from the kidney to the bladder yesterday.

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For the record, I did hit 12 yesterday.  Max Suckage.

 

When they say ‘You never forget your first,’ a kidney stone may have been what they had in mind.

But – I did survive my trip to the ER via an ambulance, after scaring the bejezus out of my co-workers – and survived the stone’s travel from the kidney to the bladder.  I even survived a brief episode of ‘bumper beds,’ when the lady who was wheeling me from the CAT scan room back to my ER room banged the bed into a wall.

I now get the lovely task of waiting until it takes the final leg of its journey, out of my bladder and into (hopefully) the strainer the ER provided to catch it.  They want to analyze it and find out what substance it’s made of, so dietary recommendations can follow.

I already made some changes in the daily diet on recommendations I found on the web…going meatless for my work lunches (I still get cheese & butter, though, which is an acceptable substitute for the Keto-me), looking for protein/fat sources with a little less sodium, and seriously amping up the water intake.

I also have magnesium and potassium citrate supplements on their way.  Both are recommended in the prevention of future stones.

I have a feeling there’s gonna be a fight with a nutritionist in my immediate future, though, because I’m not willing to give up ketosis.  A year of no heartburn after 20+ years trying everything under the sun to alleviate it – yer damn straight I’m gonna fight to keep my diet.

 

Should be interesting.

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Guitar Town

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Waukesha is called (unofficially) Guitar Town.  Now…we do have several music-themed shops in the downtown area (teaching, repairing, selling instruments, and a brisk trade in old vinyl).  We also have Friday Night Live every week from Memorial day to Labor day in the downtown area, live concerts on Tuesday nights by the library, and bars offering bands the opportunity to play live throughout the year – this would suggest music town more than guitar town.

So why are we Guitar Town?

Waukesha is the birthplace of Les Paul.  The guy who, according to his Wiki page, was one of the ‘architects of the modern solid-body electric guitar.’

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This is the guy who made Gibson…GIBSON

We, the denizens of this little town, celebrate Les Paul in a lot of ways.  We’ve the Les Paul highway, the Les Paul school.

We’ve got murals painted all over town celebrating his life:

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And, yes…we’ve got his final resting place.

 

I wandered through the cemetery on the walk home tonight – after all, it’s right across the street from work…and found where he’s laid down.  I’m not the only one to do so…several musicians had been there before me, leaving tribute in the only way guitar players can:

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Those are guitar picks on his grave.

Powder Room Mystery – the Panic is REAL

I just went to the restroom at work again.

 

Nope…he’s not on the sink anymore:

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He’s not in the lounge, either:

 

I wandered about the office – he’s not ANYWHERE.  I even checked in with the guy in the corner office:

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I think the guy in the corner office is kinda an airhead

 

The only thing I can think is…the cup…has…ESCAPED.

 

Do you hear me, folks?  The cup has broken containment – he’s loose upon the world!

RUN FOR THE HILLS!

 

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Public Enemy #1

Black of Night, Black of Mood

Monday was NOT a good night.

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I don’t know if it was the three Atkins Peanut Butter Cups, the diet soda, or the last of the sugar free gummy bears.  I had a MASSIVE sweets craving, and I settled it in an appropriate Keto way…

sadly, too much sugar alcohols tend to force their way OUT…

It might have been the Red Wedding episode of Game of Thrones watched with the SQO.

Possibly – it was the new chainmaille pattern – 2 lengths of box chain stitched up the middle, using a mix of stretchy rubber rings and stainless steel links – for a watchband, that I kept weaving EVERY time I closed my eyes.

All I know is that I simply couldn’t sleep.

So I dug up an appropriately-themed earworm.

As a side note – I actually got to see the Black Moods live.  They’re an indie band out of Arizona (I think) and a couple of years ago they actually scraped together enough funds to do a tour.  I caught them at a bar in Cudahy, got a copy of their album, and have since listened to every song on that album at least a dozen times.

Enough times to be able to sing along, anyway…

As for the insomnia – I did, finally, manage to snag a couple of hours of sleep around 8am, complete with dreams of construction crews turning a perfectly good stretch of concrete into rubble.  No…wait…that part wasn’t a dream.  My street is getting torn to shit.

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Proudly Seeing Faces

Humans have a gift…we perceive familiar patterns where none exist.  The ‘learned’ amongst us call this phenomenon Pareidolia, and go on with a long and even more boring dissertation on the hows, the whys, and the psychology of said same.  The rest of us say:  “Look – I see a dragon eating a castle in the clouds.”

 

I looked this term up this afternoon – and found something that royally irritated me for a second.  An article, who’s headline read:  “Do you see faces everywhere?  That’s because you’re a neurotic mess.”

Ex…..CUUUUUUSE me?????

Ignorant, judgmental, terrified boneheads…

 

I’ve always been proud to be able to see the drunken octopus… put-your-dukes-octopus-door-hook-demotivational-posters-1376398793

 

Or the shocked faces in a wall outlet…

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And I’ve seen some pretty freaky stuff in clouds…

 

But to say this is the result of a diseased mind?  It’s called having an imagination, which (I suppose) in today’s regimented, group-mind-think culture may be considered an affliction unless you’re seeing the Holy Virgin-Mother Mary in a piece of toast (now with more whole-grain miracles!) …but still.

Ignorant, judgmental, terrified boneheads…

I’ve captured a few oddball things on my walks about town.  There are a couple of pretty funky trees in Bethesda Park – one looks like it’s bowing, and the other like a diva in full high-note on stage.

And I found this stone in front of the Waukesha County Historical Museum where someone molded a face.

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Rest assured, I’ll be browsing my little town all throughout the summer for more examples of my ‘neurotic mess’ of a mind.

And speaking of neurotic messes of the mind – ever read one of them articles on organizing your workload?   The one I remember from long ago (and I do use this mental trick) was:  instead of focusing on the entire task from start to finish, which can seem insurmountable and WAAAAAY too much work – if you mentally break it out into several more manageable ‘chunks,’ and then only focusing on the chunk at hand, you can trick your mind into getting it done more effectively.

So, I’ve officially broken out my walk to work into three distinct and smaller legs.  I’ve the city leg, the parks leg, and the industrial leg.  I realized I’d been doing this this morning, so I figured I’d celebrate with a blog post.

So here’s a few shots from that qualify for the City Leg:

 

 

And from the Park Leg:

 

And…lastly – the Industrial Leg.  I even get some color on this segment of the journey, because on one side there’s industry, and the other, a huge cemetery with plenty of flowering trees: