Where I've been...the 10 pieces of my month

Father web, forgive me. More than a month has passed since my last update. What have I been doing to allow so much time to pass?

  1. Pulling up roots—the trailer is on the move again. This time we’re hoping for a longer stay, but you know…in this life who can tell? Packing box after box, reassembling the garage, the kitchen, the Shed, the kids rooms, into old liquor and apple boxes, so that when moving day arrives next week, we’ll be ready to load this life into a U-Haul truck and go.
  2. At Chroma Sound studios in Seattle, playing guitar with some of the best musicians I’ve ever played with in all the long years I’ve played guitar. Giddy with the fact that I’m more than capable in this company and excited as to what we were able to create.
  3. As host to an out of town friend who came via Cardiff, Wales. Breaking down Tacoma into visitor sized excursions over one of the last great weekend before the winter rains set in. To dinner at Charlie’s place, Museum of Glass, 6th Ave. bar hopping, Mexican in the Proctor District and The best wine bar in the city: The Cabin.
  4. Visiting a career counselor on Tuesdays in the hopes that at the most, it might lead me in a new direction, and at the least, just offer me better insight as to who I am and how I tick.
  5. As parent chaperone for the Older Boys fourth grade class, as we took the city bus down to the Washington State Historical Museum for a field trip.
  6. Playing gigs at the coffee shop. Writing new songs.
  7. Signing document after document, paper after paper, in what has been the most stressful purchase of a new trailer since we bought the first one, more than twelve years ago. Closing is Wednesday.
  8. Discussing with Ike’s school how they are not allowed to sit on the knowledge that a fellow student had the MRSA virus for THREE WEEKS before telling us about it. Look, I am usually not overly paranoid about super antibiotic-resistant virus strains showing up in the very class my son, who as we all know is still on immunosuppressants for his liver, goes and spends the day. But when that happens? When a child in Ike’s class is found with such a virus? Mom and Dad would like to know about it, PRONTO, OK?
  9. Writing in fits and spurts—disjointed and unclear.
  10. As voyeur to the mid-life crisis. A disease that seems to be affecting friends in gut wrenching and terrible ways. Friends whom I love, one and all.

    So ready to pull up roots, to put the key in the ignition, hear the 402 turn over and head on down the road—even if that road is only a few blocks long.

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