We’ve started making The List. Somehow lately in trying to keep our head above water, we’ve forgotten the usefulness in keeping up the Big Check List. There are things that need to be done and like all things that one keeps trying to juggle in the air, errant balls will veer off their trajectory and disappear under sofas and wing-back chairs for weeks until cleaning day where they manage to get swept back out into the open. Sometimes it to late and the moment’s past and sometimes they never get found again.
So Sunday night we gathered up our calendar and tried to put all the balls back in motion. Of course today is only Wednesday, and while we have achieved some degree of juggletude, there are still many balls to get up in the air.
The best part of this new approach is that the Disney Trip is back on. We’ll be heading down to Anaheim for the Halloween weekend, taking the boys out of school for a few days to take advantage of the midweek rates.
Sweetie is also gonna be heading out to see Minnie in Indianapolis next weekend. They have a Hoffbrauhaus with an outdoor auditorium downtown where they like to go and see the band Polkaboy play. It’s the last performance of the season, since it gets to cold to play later in the fall and into the winter. It’ll just be me and the boys for a few days, but that shouldn’t be too hard. Most likely we’ll just hang around in our skivvies, eating junk food and watching Cartoon Network. So long as Sweetie doesn’t require that the house is clean, we should do just fine.
After Disneyland, Ike is gonna need to go back under the knife. His doctor would like to get the hardware out of his leg left in from the last surgery, and both he and the Physical Therapist would like him to get another tendon release. It’s surgery that we are definitely not looking forward to and though we have some hope that it wont be a really big deal, I think Sweetie and I realize that more than likely it is going to really suck, and by suck I mean Really Suck Hard. On top of that, we’ve scheduled a doctor’s appointment with an epilepsy specialist up at Swedish Hospital in Seattle. What this invariably means is that Ike will have to spend even more days in the hospital with electrodes glued to his head in yet another video EEG, looking for errant brain “noise” and you know how much we like most Neurologists and hospital stays.
In the mean time, my friend and drummer, Doug, is leaving for Texas and that leaves me with even less of a band than I had before. I don’t worry so much about me playing out, as I’ll still pack up my guitar and go play, though I will miss the volume of noise I create with a whole band behind me. I mostly worry about the lack of music as therapy I have been enjoying and will no longer be getting. For the past year or so Doug and I have been getting together every Tuesday either with other musicians or just by ourselves and turning our amps up and breaking a sweat. While I feel fairly certain that I can find musicians to play the right notes, I’m less sure that I can find ones that understand music as release—music for the sake of making noise, creating songs and trying to take your creativity some place you haven’t been before.
Next up however, the Older Boy wants to play peewee football and while Sweetie has always maintained that no son of hers was going to play that violent sport, it’s hard to deny a boy who’s been so sweet and kind, something that he really wants to do. Besides, if there’s ever a lesson we’ve learned as being parents, it’s that whatever it is you have reservations about, or whatever you decide will be the way your life is going to be, your life really doesn’t give a rat's ass what you think. Life is just life, and you are either in the current, against the current, or wallowing in one of the many eddies that seem to line the river's bank.
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