My apologies for taking the bulk of this week off. Somara had been ill since last Friday (she recovered in time to make our Thanksgiving meal, a task she likes to do) and this meant I stayed out of the house as much as possible to prevent catching her cold. Normally I don’t write from the house either but I ended up being too distracted or uninspired. The Admirals coming to play my Stars ate up Wednesday night too. Yesterday was covered earlier.
Today my friend Mark and I kicked off the holiday shopping season by attending Waterloo Records’ annual Black Friday Morning sale. Every year, KGSR releases its charity compilation of live studio-station performances on this day. In conjunction with it, my favorite new record store opens at 8 AM and discounts all their stuff at 20 percent off (unless it’s on sale). Armed with our lists, Mark and I loaded up. He focused on albums to replace because they’ve been remastered. I went with stuff which came out this year (mainly for my stream). We fared very well. I’m definitely closer to 2500 CDs.
After we parted ways, I went to D&B to watch the Flyers blow a one-goal lead against the Sabres but managed to complete the first card of the season.
Big deal.
Well, it is somewhat this year. As part of Operation: Alexandria, Somara discovered all the cards we’ve been accumulating since moving into the house. She recently consolidated the Christmas ones into a box and I whipped together a simple FileMaker Pro database to assist us in mailing them: make sure we don’t send the same joke next season or overlook anybody. This will also cover the gifts for relatives (I know I’m drawing a blank on half the kids in my family) and who received a plate of Somara’s holiday treats (an Austin-only matter, sorry).
So if you want to make sure I don’t pester you for a mailing address, shoot me an e-mail or a phone call/voice message with the correct information. Same goes if you wish to be skipped.
Sparks closed for good this Fall which means few of you will get anything funny AND blasphemous. Maybe I’ll find a worthy successor in Austin next Spring.