Saturday Keaton and I put up the Christmas lights outside. We went all-out this year, using three separate circuits and illuminating the trees and bushes. Well, I guess by today’s “all-out” standards for Christmas lights we’re still bush league – but it’s considerably more than we typically do. Keaton, as usual, was a trooper and stayed outside with me the whole time. I really do love the way she likes to help me “work,” it’s super endearing and makes me feel all big-time. A week or so ago I overheard her telling a visiting friend, “You know, my dad built this whole house!” How awesome is her faith in dad? To her, why couldn’t I have single-handedly built the house? After all, I’m dad.
It’s one of those night where I’m the king of the castle. On my own with both kids while Sharaun’s off with girlfriends. In fact, I had the kids “on my own” quite a bit this weekend, for one reason or another. It’s nice, sometimes, to get a small taste of what Sharaun’s kid-centric days might be like. I don’t know if I’m cut out for being Mr. Mom on a full-time basis, but I do like to tip my own hat to my reflection when I have a successful daddy-daycare weekend and am still able to get things done. Sharaun would laugh, I bet, hearing how much of a triumph her everydays are to me.
So anyway I’ve got the night to myself. I’ve been in a strange music mood today, starting with a morning of blues from a Chess Records retrospective and then onto Tim Buckley in the afternoon. Then, for whatever reason, I felt like some cool jams in the evening so I put on Todd Rundgren’s one-man show of Something/Anything? to give me those early 70s vibes. What? You’ve never heard Something/Anything?, oh man… get yourself to school you Philistine! But I’m not kidding. In real life you should hear this record before you die, especially if you weren’t around to hear it when it hit the scene in 1972. Go ahead, Grooveshark has most of the tracks – even if they are out of the right running order.
I guess that’s it for tonight. Goodnight.