The Prairie Dogs

Well this weekend The Prairie Dogs are playing another show at Kings Coffee. I’m not sure how this is gonna work out because we haven’t had a chance to play together for almost three weeks due to the fact that one of our members has been in England on vacation. I imagine that it’ll be the fine sloppy mess that it always is.

I had a great idea for a post last night amidst the crying children and being kicked in the kidneys all night. The funny thing is I knew that I would forget it even as I was thinking about it, but having no pen or piece of paper handy, I just had to let it go. I keep thinking if I leave my mind open today it’ll pop in there but so far no go.

The littlest boy is scheduled to go into the hospital at the end of next month. The doctor wants to lengthen the tendons in his left hip. I really don’t want to see him go through this but I can’t really see that we have much of a choice. The best part of it is that we can do the surgery here in Tacoma and not have to travel up to Seattle. That’s a long drive and it always makes me think of his first year and him being so sick and all.

Someday when I’m bored and feel like torturing myself I’ll put up the journal that we kept during those long stays at the hospital. Thought why I would want to subject any of you with that I’m not sure. As it is, it’s far too depressing to look at and I’m sure I’ll need a lot more distance between the events and now before I can stand the thought of reading them again.

I think I might try and go play at an open mic tonight again. I feel like I should redeem myself for last week. Not that I played poorly or anything, just that I thought I could have done a lot better had I not been so nervous. It’s a strange thing, playing in front of absolutely nobody you know. Drinking all that coffee before hand probably didn’t do much to help either.

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