A teetotal bachelor with a face like a fish

How do you feel when you marry your ideal?
Ever so goosey, goosey, goosey, goosey.

How do you feel when the bells begin to peal?
Ever so goosey, goosey, goosey, goosey.

Walking up the aisle, in a kind of daze,
Do you get the wind up when the organ plays?

How do you feel when the parson's done the deal?
Ever so goosey, goosey, goosey, goosey.

Jimmy Dean is not my lover. He's just a guy who claims that I am the one.

When life seems full of clouds and rain
And I am filled with nought but pain
Who soothes my thumpin' bumpin' brain........ Nobody!

When winter comes with snow and sleet
And me with hunger and cold feet
Who says, "Here's two bits, go eat"........ Nobody!

I ain't never done nothin' to nobody
And I ain't never got nothin' from nobody, no time
And until I get somethin' from somebody sometime
I don't intend to do nothin' for nobody, no time

When I'm tryin' hard and schemin' a plan
To do the very best I can
Who says, "Look at that handsome man"........ Nobody!

Well all day long things go amiss
And I go home to find some bliss
Who's waitin' there with a lovin' kiss........ Nobody!

I ain't never done nothin' to nobody
And I ain't never got nothin' from nobody, no time
And until I get somethin' from somebody sometime
I don't intend to do nothin' for nobody, no time

No, no, of course my feet don't hurt... plonk

Ok, so I don't really plonk when I fall down but I got tired of thud.

Such lovely weather. Fog as far as the eye can see which is not far given there's fog as far as the eye can see…

CRO investor conference webinar today. Bank large complicated RFI to be filled in before week's end. Possible PMO work at SOZE! All things that at the surface sound very boring but if you think about them hard turn out to be not so bad actually. Absolutely nothing happening in the CME or mobile space which of course is my core focus but such is the life of a brain for hire. We go where there is fish.

Feets quite bad but it is only I to blame for I may have brought upon evil eye by going around saying "my feet don't hurt". That and I walked back (and forth) from Harvard Square on cobblystones (damn things) on Saturday. And stood for about an hour at the wine tasting at Central Bottle yesterday. They served, among other things, 1) semolina pasta tossed with lemon, salt, butter and thyme and, 2) hazelnuts rolled in honey from bees who feed on avocado plants and dipped in dark chocolate. It is the nuts after they have been rolled in honey, not the bees, that are dipped. Very nice.

First acupuncture appointment today with PJ for the plantar fasciitis. Wish us luck. We are scared. We don't like pain. Or needles. Especially needles that cause pain.

Plants growing out of their pots and will have to be repotted into bigger ones soon. Very thrilling.

BBQ at Big Nick's on Saturday to which I will take the train because I intend to get happy drunk on wine coolers - such fun.

First violin lesson on Sunday for which I will need the following items - music stand, Suzuki Book 1, metronome with attached tuner and staff paper - all of which seem like needless expenses but I shall buy anyway because Alexis the Violin Teacher scares me a little.

The Complete Plays of George Bernard Shaw belonging to one dead grandfather unearthed from pile of books and given to book binder to resurrect - it's like getting something new that's also something (very) old. Book binder is slightly insane man named Robert Walker who likes to throw his patents for various medical devices (and a cigarette filter) in your face when you walk in the door. He put the word "horses" next to my name on the receipt. I don't quite know what to think about that. Sadly, I did not take a before picture. I shall post an after one.

I sit on my balcony smelling faintly of Bengay sipping homemade mocha marvelling at the wireless reception.