Living Different
… or, for non-Apple folk (hi Carolyn!), “living differently” … ;-)
Life is so different when “work” (performing, that is) stops, and my university teaching is nearly over.
And life was already different because of losing dad. Man, I miss him. But for some reason I don’t like to blog about that. Blogging about my father seems … I don’t know … as if it makes light of his death. And his life. Let’s leave it at that.
So now I”m trying to figure out what I’m doing. I can’t just sit at a computer all day, although that seems to be what I do much of the time. I can easily become the most hermit-like person ever. I like the solitude. I like the quiet. But I guess maybe that’s not the best thing for me. (Mom … you can always call me and say, “Get over here!” You know I will if I don’t have a student! I need to be told what to do, sometimes.)
Today, though, I managed to get outside. Wow. There are … well … like … things growing (including my own roses, especially the one Isabelle gave me in memory of dad) and blue sky and just all sorts of things I guess I should investigate.
AND … I’m thinking about all the things that need to be done around here …
Cut back ivy to nearly nothing* Back Yard Massacre* House … painting … ?* Bathroom fan replacement* Paint Brandon’s Room Re-Paint hallway? (slightly golder color) Clean garage Repair tile in kids’ bathroom* Plant things in the back yard Fridge light fixed* *means we have to hire out for this stuff if we can’t do it, which is most likley the case
So there are things to do, certainly, regarding this house that is, I’m sorry to say, in disrepair.
But then I also want to:
REEDS REEDS REEDS Practice like a real musician! Vacation (?) … not sure if I’m into this quite yet, as I want, first, to check out finances
I know I’ll think of more. And Dan, if you have things to add, please feel free. With no gigs all summer I think I can get a lot accomplished. I’m starting to feel energetic!
AND this just in…
WOO HOO … Jameson passed his Algebra 2 second semester distance learning class!
I’m dancing dancing dancing … he is DONE! (This was the final step we were waiting on.)
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