Our slower-than-hoped-for progress is a source of frustration, no doubt about that. Not that we could expedite things by being present down on The Mountain. We simply want to move forward, take the next step, move the hell on.
There are benefits to being here, of course — more time in familiar surroundings, more time with old friends. And since our household auction won’t happen ’til mid-July, today we lined up another bonus to staying here.
On my birthday, the real Independence Day, Aaron Lewis will be playing the first-ever “parking lot party” at The Bluestone in Columbus — arguably our favorite artist at our favorite venue, surrounded by our favorite people.
By my count now we’ve seen AFL five times — twice at the Country Jam festival and three times at The Bluestone. He draws and inspires Patriots, with an unapologetic fuck-you attitude this country needs more of. As he unites he also divides, and by the time he’s done everyone knows which side they’re on.
It’s the best possible payoff to sticking around here. ‘Merica.
This was an absolutely ordinary Saturday. We saw our younger boy off around noon, his pickup truck piled with odds and ends we’re getting rid of — a few tools, a wheelbarrow, food from our chest freezer. I puttered with the truck a little, swapping-out the key fob’s chewed-up shell.
We still need another key and another fob, and a spare key for the tool box in the bed. We’ll make that happen tomorrow.
The beat goes on.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.