Work, work… I'm actually out here working seven days a week, or at least every day that I'm not traveling somewhere. I love it all, really -- e-mail, blogging, feedback, working on this new book -- but I'm looking forward to taking some time off to do other things next year. Fishing, hiking, a trip to some warm water, probably Hawaii; gardening, foraging. One of my goals for the next few years is to greatly increase the amount of food I bring home from fishing, hunting, and foraging. It's doable, it just takes getting away from the keyboard.
Rock 'n roll in Mill Valley Sweetwater was a great nightclub in Mill Valley for many years. For example, I walked by it one afternoon maybe 10 years ago, and the chalkboard outside said "Tonight: Pinetop Perkins.” Holy shit! I went, and was he great. 83 years old, immaculate purple suit, lavender tie, sparkling piano, flirting with young women. (Oops, I think I've written this before -- whatever.) Sweetwater was then closed for a number of years, but now it's reopened in a larger venue, and is maybe even better than ever. Good food, good stage visibility, good vibes.
Confession I suspect I repeat myself, not too infrequently, these days. Here's the reason: memory is not infinite. You can't recall everything you've ever done (or written) in the past (unless you're one of those geniuses portrayed on 60 minutes a few years ago). So as daily experiences, and the years, accumulate, the memory part of your brain has to dump something out to take in the new stuff. Right?
(I have a feeling I've written this before.)