Ahhh Monday. A day off. Sad news this morning. My peaceful morning of titties and biscuits and gravy was just shattered by a text from my brother telling me that The Shed, our favorite Mississippi BBQ joint, has burned down. You may recognize the name because they were voted best bbq in America on Regis and Kelly. I wouldn't give them that but as far as the whole package goes they definitely had it. They entire place was made out of stuff a guy and his sister dug out of the trash and they had a stage in the middle of the outside seating area that always had a kickass band going on. I am sure they will rebuild but it will never be the same . That makes me jones for some good BBQ but I don't want to have to drive to Peoria to get it. With as many restaurants as we have in this town the BBQ is just average. Yet another reason I want to put a smoke house in my yard.
The wife is home. The shit with her mom has gotten more bizarre. I won't say her medical stuff on here but it is a lot more complex than dementia(which is good news for the wife as far as her future goes) but not any easier to deal with. I am just glad the wife is home and came through unscathed. She was able to stop and visit a couple of her friends on the way. One is a friend of ours the other is a friend of hers and my ex. We haven't spoken in years but we always send our well wishes through the wife. That always cracks me up.
I played with the band on Sunday. It was a great time and we have decided to add the new guys from the other band and will meet with them next Sunday. All together a six piece which will be the biggest I've played with since the height of the bluegrass band days. All great musician musicians too which kind of puts me as odd man out to some degree. All these guys were music majors or at least students of many instruments. I played trumpet and french horn in Jr High and play guitar well enough to sing the songs. It will still be fun and who knows I might learn something. Having a band will make me start looking for a job in town again. That will make the family happy. The wife, my mom and Ms. Sun all worry about me driving like I do now. The Ziz doesn't worry she knows I'm coming home.
I gotta go.
The wife is home. The shit with her mom has gotten more bizarre. I won't say her medical stuff on here but it is a lot more complex than dementia(which is good news for the wife as far as her future goes) but not any easier to deal with. I am just glad the wife is home and came through unscathed. She was able to stop and visit a couple of her friends on the way. One is a friend of ours the other is a friend of hers and my ex. We haven't spoken in years but we always send our well wishes through the wife. That always cracks me up.
I played with the band on Sunday. It was a great time and we have decided to add the new guys from the other band and will meet with them next Sunday. All together a six piece which will be the biggest I've played with since the height of the bluegrass band days. All great musician musicians too which kind of puts me as odd man out to some degree. All these guys were music majors or at least students of many instruments. I played trumpet and french horn in Jr High and play guitar well enough to sing the songs. It will still be fun and who knows I might learn something. Having a band will make me start looking for a job in town again. That will make the family happy. The wife, my mom and Ms. Sun all worry about me driving like I do now. The Ziz doesn't worry she knows I'm coming home.
I gotta go.
kay:
Hugs for your wife. I feel for her. My mother has the Huntington's and it is a bitch.