All Too Well

Here we are on thanksgiving eve. Fancy like right?

I used to so look forward to this evening.
The way I see Things band-wise has changed dramatically in the last couple of years. But this hasn’t been the party night of the year in two decades really. Kids under 30 don’t know what the night before Thanksgiving really is. They are still too busy drinking their natty lights until 11 o’clock and then trying to get an Uber to somewhere hip and cool by midnight. Fuck by midnight I want to be on my way home already. I have never been hip or cool so that’s neither here nor there.

There are certain things that I remember all too well and there are certain things that I wish I didn’t.

It’s Thanksgiving. And in a year where I’ve tried to have more gratitude, although I am way behind on my thank you notes, I didn’t want the month of November to go by without a quick blog of thanks.

I am out here doing my best. I had a goal of 10 pounds this month and I should be close. That’s how we do!

I really just need to get some better motivation. And really carve out time in my schedule. The cold weather and the early darkness really plays a toll on me in the first couple of weeks. I usually can adjust from there.

But I have not fallen too far behind and I am trying to get that 20 pounds off before the new year as I promised myself.

So much to be grateful for. This time last year I had Covid. I had just lost my job and was about to fall heavier into depression. But the new year came and I put my big boy pants on and got myself back out there and got a job that I love and have finally settled into a groove there and feel a little accomplished.

The kids are doing great, the family is fine, and our circle is even smaller but it’s a great circle.

Maybe you had to read between the lines, maybe you already know, maybe you figured it out, but I am almost positive that I talked about it here but I don’t want to really go looking back at it. But Labor Day weekend, eight of us were in a really bad boating accident. I was probably hurt the most internally although I’m pretty sure my friend Sean has the forever gash on his forehead that he didn’t want to go get fixed lol. But you know he’ll tell you that God threw a boat at his head. We were really fucking lucky. And I am very thankful for the people on that boat. And in my head, this is my crew. The forever bunch who there will always a bar stool at the speakeasy for.  Fucking craziness.

The band is still almost violently in the midst of change. I am embracing it. I am not afraid of it. Every time I get on stage I just try to be better. While we feel it, our customers do not. That’s what matters most. How much longer will I do this I have no idea. But what would I do otherwise? It is a part of me. 25 years of my life.

So thank you sweet baby Jesus for my health, I am grateful to still be here. If you would’ve asked 25-year-old Franco, he would’ve told you that he would’ve never made it to 50, no matter what. Here I am.

I even broke down and have a TikTok now. I can tell you everything going on in Taylor Swift‘s world. Fuck Jake Gyllenhaal. That bastard.

Lol. I even crack myself up.

I will leave it here. Just know that I am still getting at it. Still very humble. Still very grateful.
Thank you so much for being here. Your story is important. You matter. We will always be hopeful.

Tomorrow I will raise a glass to the empty chairs at the empty tables. My grandma loved Ambers stuffing better than my mom’s and it was stovetop. Probably my favorite Thanksgiving memory ever lol. Pretty sure my mom is still salty.

To my angels watching over me, the angels watching over us, keep us safe. Yeah, even you Pro!

Sooo…..

Don’t worry about diets, Don’t worry about carbs, eat all the foods, there’s always Friday. We will be grateful for another day.

xoxo,

Franco