Ahh, another day off. And a Sunday, at that – the traditional day off. To celebrate, Sarah and I tried to hit about ten different thrift stores. A few were closed and I think we ended up hitting 7 or 8. Now, I used to be a hardcore thrifter and I really miss those days.

In the past few years, I’ve been buying new and honestly, I’m getting more and more not ok with that. Why make more crap when there’s so much used (and good) crap lying around? No idea.

That said, I found *one* shirt. I’ll take a picture of it later. It’s a nice shirt, but out of seven thrift stores, why could I only find one shirt? It’s probably because I’m picky. But it is a nice shirt. And it’s not like I need more shirts.

When we returned, Sabra and Cortney were hosting a little get together. Gavin and his family were there, Rebecca (Gavin and Cortney’s mother) was there. It’s a great sense of family and community.

During this little shindig, they were playing some pretty off the wall music. I love being introduced to new stuff that doesn’t completely suck. And in this case Mrs. Miller, Monks and the Song-Poem recordings of MSR Records totally made my day.

I’ve never been very comfortable with irony when it comes to music. I feel that if you like something, you should like it and if you don’t, you shouldn’t. I don’t have an ipod full of songs that just seem cool to like.

Everything On Area Man’s iPod Just There As A Joke – Like this. That’s not me. But some things *are* so bad that they’re good. Mrs. Miller falls into that category. And I think most of the song-poems do as well.

But the Monks are actually geniuses (though probably accidentally).

I don’t have time for such things now, but I’ll be posting a few songs from each in the next couple of days while I’m in SLC.

Tomorrow (Monday) Sarah and I drive ten long hours back to Salt Lake City so she can catch a plane on Tuesday morning and so that I get return this satanic PT Cruiser and again be reunited with my scooter.

And yes, if all goes according to plan, I will swear off cars for as long as humanly possible. Not that there’s a plan, really. Other than to swear off cars for as long as humanly possible.

That’s my plan.

And my plan’s got a great soundtrack. I’ll let you listen to it later.

For now… The Monks…

Car miles in the past two days: 120
Car miles total: 1,322