2018: 33 -19
Aug. 20th, 2018 07:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
respoftwI've been in a much better frame of mind mentally this week but my lower back has been killing me all week. Not to the point that I can't move but it's difficult for sure. It is getting slowly more bearable so I'm hoping it goes away soon.
This week was my last week of work before my fortnight off and I was feeling good Thursday lunchtime when I had got my to do list down to one thing but, alas, as I was heading for lunch my boss asks if I have time to help her out with something that has a deadline of the next day. We didn't get it done because the amoint of work involved was way more than we had time for but we managed to get an extension into next week so hopefully my boss will be able to finish it while I enjoy two whole weeks off with George.
We were in Edinburgh Sunday to see Brian Wilson. It's the middle of the Edinburgh Fringe Festival which I have a love/hate relationship with. I love the cool shows and all the street performances but the crowds are pretty hard to deal with. I can't count the number of times we got stuck waiting for the silent disco walking tour groups to pass (one of which I swear must have had close to 100 people) which isn't fun on some of the narrow cobbled streets!
Anyway, I had really been looking forward to seeing Brian Wilson (we were supposed to see him a few years ago but the tour got cancelled) because I'm a huge beach boys fan and 'God Only Knows' is my tied favourite song of all time.
Unfortunately the gig was one of the most upsetting things I've ever seen. Brian Wilson just didn't seem to know where he was most of the time. He spent most of the time sitting at his piano staring into space, occassionally checking back in, playing a few notes and singing. The band (who were amazing) took on most of the vocals but there were a few he sang himself and he would sometimes check out between one line and the next. It was difficult to watch. The crowd were really behind him, cheering him when he made it through a verse but it felt condescending. I think, like me, they were just shocked to see how frail and just not with it he was. It was hard. I teared up a couple of times and so did George but neither of us wanted to leave because he didn't deserve to have us walk out but...yeah, not the feel good show I anticipated.
I posted another hurt/comfort bingo fill (that's number 10 out of 25 so I think I have a solid shot at getting a blackout on this) but I made zero progress on my sgareversebang fic. Swings and roundabouts!
This week was my last week of work before my fortnight off and I was feeling good Thursday lunchtime when I had got my to do list down to one thing but, alas, as I was heading for lunch my boss asks if I have time to help her out with something that has a deadline of the next day. We didn't get it done because the amoint of work involved was way more than we had time for but we managed to get an extension into next week so hopefully my boss will be able to finish it while I enjoy two whole weeks off with George.
We were in Edinburgh Sunday to see Brian Wilson. It's the middle of the Edinburgh Fringe Festival which I have a love/hate relationship with. I love the cool shows and all the street performances but the crowds are pretty hard to deal with. I can't count the number of times we got stuck waiting for the silent disco walking tour groups to pass (one of which I swear must have had close to 100 people) which isn't fun on some of the narrow cobbled streets!
Anyway, I had really been looking forward to seeing Brian Wilson (we were supposed to see him a few years ago but the tour got cancelled) because I'm a huge beach boys fan and 'God Only Knows' is my tied favourite song of all time.
Unfortunately the gig was one of the most upsetting things I've ever seen. Brian Wilson just didn't seem to know where he was most of the time. He spent most of the time sitting at his piano staring into space, occassionally checking back in, playing a few notes and singing. The band (who were amazing) took on most of the vocals but there were a few he sang himself and he would sometimes check out between one line and the next. It was difficult to watch. The crowd were really behind him, cheering him when he made it through a verse but it felt condescending. I think, like me, they were just shocked to see how frail and just not with it he was. It was hard. I teared up a couple of times and so did George but neither of us wanted to leave because he didn't deserve to have us walk out but...yeah, not the feel good show I anticipated.
I posted another hurt/comfort bingo fill (that's number 10 out of 25 so I think I have a solid shot at getting a blackout on this) but I made zero progress on my sgareversebang fic. Swings and roundabouts!
