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It started out innocently enough, as most things do that I don’t understand. This time I was waiting in line to order my sandwich and standing next to a young couple who seemed locked in a heavy discussion about the effects of water on our atmosphere. As she was explaining to him how there are little water particles EVERYWHERE even coming off our bodies when we’re just walking about, it made the first thing I wanted to do, be to sit right down next to them both so I could figure out what the hell this conversation was all about. I mean, where were we going with this, I wanted to ask. Of course coming into a conversation like that mid-stream felt a lot like catching a comedian half way already through his set—I knew it was gonna take a while to get to and understand the point. The conversation darted around quite a bit, and of course by conversation I meant the one sided variety kind where one person talks and the other one agrees hoping to be able to get into her pants later on. It f...

Well it looks like the new guitar has found itself a home, mixed into the little stand of guitars that are part of the new dining room forest installation. I introduced the guitar to the house in the same way one might introduce a new family pet to the old family pet. Slowly… At first I didn’t really let it out of it’s case, instead I let the other guitars sense it’s presence to help them grow accustomed to the idea of a new guitar in the house. I wanted them to know that this new guitar posed little or no threat to our established relationship. After a few days I began to pull the guitar out of it’s case and play it a bit. Up to that point I was still unsure if the new guitar was gonna fit in. I mean, what if the other guitars didn’t like it and were mean to it or something? Sweetie was the first to mention that she liked the sound of it. We’ve never had a twelve-string guitar in the house before and so I don’t think she really knew what that meant until I played it. With...

Yeah, it’s been a while. I needed a little time off to recharge the batteries as I usually do this time of year. This site always slows down about now anyway, perhaps because of the sunshine, or the fact that due to summer vacation, there are more children underfoot, or that people prefer being outside or watching reruns on TV or just getting away from the great world wide web to clean their senses and wash their souls clean. Besides, I haven’t had much I’ve felt like sharing these past few weeks anyway. Sweetie and I have been dealing with a lot of death and dying, struggling to catch our breath in the sea of stress we are currently finding ourselves in. Somehow it feels like to write about it, trivializes it to some degree, and to ignore it makes the events of the past few weeks seem like a dream or untrue. And so what I wind up doing is a lot of writing and not much posting. Before I realize what’s happened, a whole month has passed without an update to the site and so here I s...