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Well it’s been a while since I’ve written a missive from the floor of a PICU. Today’s comes from Swedish Hospital on Seattle’s First Hill. It’s our first stay here with Ike and so far it’s been pretty good and by good I mean we haven’t killed any of the nurses yet, although Sweetie looked pretty wrung out by the time I got here this yesterday morning. We came in Thursday so that Ike could get his ankles and feet fixed as they’ve been getting more and more twisted as of late. We were thinking that if we were to ever want Ike to bare a little weight on them, we’d have to give him something to stand on other than the sides of his feet and ankles. The doctor says everything went well and when you look at the casts on his feet they seem nice and straight. He said he was able to move them into place without cutting or moving any bones and that should help with the healing time. We’re coming back next week so that they can put the hard casts on and he’ll wear those for the next six weeks. For...

I brought a small amp I borrowed from a friend that would allow me to plug in both a mic and my guitar and set up on a little stage in one corner of the salon. Last night was Third Thursday gallery walk and I was playing at Embellish , in front of works by Houston, a local artist here in Tacoma. Actually it wasn’t a real stage…I’m not sure what it was to tell the truth, behind me and below some of the art was a large collection of hair coloring products with a few sample strands hanging down the sides, so maybe this was the hair section. Clearly don’t spend enough time in Salons to know all that goes on in one. I stood behind the railing that held the baby carrot platter, the pita-chips, the lemon-grass soda and wine. Trish, who runs the place, seemed nice and I had a vague memory of meeting her back when Doug played a Third Thursday in their old space a few years back. She was kind enough to say that my name sounded familiar as well. Two other stylists were milling around, but they d...

Well there were times when I really thought this was never going to get finished, but let me tell you, I've got a box of them all shrink-wrapped and staring out at me from beneath the cardboard flaps and that’s a pretty cool feeling, I tell you what. I sent the first bunch to CD Baby yesterday morning and then took them all around to the people who helped me put this together. I worked harder on this bunch of music than I have worked on any other musical endeavor, and I’m very happy with the results. All that being said and all, I know I’ve been remiss. When I pulled up to the old trailer this morning, there were weeds poking up through the cracks, cobwebs in the windows and all the sheet covered chairs were covered in dust. I can see black mildew in the corners of the bathroom and rusted lines from where the faucets leaked and dribbled. I’m still undecided about moving back in. I’ve opened up a new trailer over at myspace, but I don’t like the feel of the place. I’m trying ...