Pressing On

after a long sleepy day at work, got home and was punched with a fish smell–cod was for dinner. i’m not a fish fan and i was feeling a bit funky anyway. not a good combo. i went upstairs, put on jeans and took a nap on the floor. dad came home and came up to change. he asked what i was doing and i, just waking up and still out of it, asked “what’s that smell?”

anyway, we headed over to tarlton rd to take an expert look at the door/lock situation. turns out we’re in better shape than i’d thought. i’m glad i still have loving parents who care about me–maybe too much for my liking a lot of the time. i need to show them i appreciate it.

nana sent me a piece of music “resta con noi, signore la sera.” i recognized it right off. she wants me to learn to play it. i really want to start seriously playing piano again and i want to write some songs. so i have about 40 days to finish planning a wedding, figuring out how the heck to be a husband and learn an italian song for my grandmother. seems like the least i can do.