Okay, so I know it's been a terribly long time since I've added to the blog-o-sphere. So wag your fingers and cluck your tongues, if you will, but I'm back to try it again. And I suppose any excuse will do. I think I've maybe grown just a little ambivalent toward this whole "blog thing." At worst it's a little presumptuous to think anyone else really cares what I think; and at best, I suppose it's more likely therapy, like journaling, or doodling away the pressures of the day. As a friend of mine is fond of saying, "Take It Or Leave It."
But all in all, it's been a varied, interestingly busy year so far. Since last I introspected, I married away both my daughters, one of whom subsequently moved 10 hours east to Omaha, and has blessed us now with yet a second, beautiful granddaughter. And my son and his wife have also moved 10 hours away, but to the west, to Kingman Arizona, where they are also excitedly expecting their first child. My other daughter careered up, married up, and stepped up to home ownership, right here in her home town. She also, in the process, "step-mommed up" to two sweet young kids. (How did I ever get so old for all this to happen?)
Since last we spoke, theatrical duties have included reprising the roles of Marley and Christmas Past in the annual production of "A Christmas Carol," singing the part of Caspar (no, not "the friendly ghost,") in "Amahl and the Night Visitors," and directing and taking a role in a Gilbert and Sullivan operetta, "Trial By Jury," this past spring.
On the music front, I did a concert in support of our local arts organization; did another appearance supporting a local Christian band on the drums, in a concert in the park; and performed on a 12-song CD project (which I also produced in my little home studio) for my good friend, Jacob. Currently I am practicing my drumming, trying to get my skills back up to par, as I have just passed an audition to play drums for the 60s rock band, The Fireballs, (temporarily, that is, whenever their regular drummer can't make it, which supposedly is often). My first "gig" with them is a concert at a county fair in the southern part of the state.
But all in all, it's been a varied, interestingly busy year so far. Since last I introspected, I married away both my daughters, one of whom subsequently moved 10 hours east to Omaha, and has blessed us now with yet a second, beautiful granddaughter. And my son and his wife have also moved 10 hours away, but to the west, to Kingman Arizona, where they are also excitedly expecting their first child. My other daughter careered up, married up, and stepped up to home ownership, right here in her home town. She also, in the process, "step-mommed up" to two sweet young kids. (How did I ever get so old for all this to happen?)
Since last we spoke, theatrical duties have included reprising the roles of Marley and Christmas Past in the annual production of "A Christmas Carol," singing the part of Caspar (no, not "the friendly ghost,") in "Amahl and the Night Visitors," and directing and taking a role in a Gilbert and Sullivan operetta, "Trial By Jury," this past spring.
On the music front, I did a concert in support of our local arts organization; did another appearance supporting a local Christian band on the drums, in a concert in the park; and performed on a 12-song CD project (which I also produced in my little home studio) for my good friend, Jacob. Currently I am practicing my drumming, trying to get my skills back up to par, as I have just passed an audition to play drums for the 60s rock band, The Fireballs, (temporarily, that is, whenever their regular drummer can't make it, which supposedly is often). My first "gig" with them is a concert at a county fair in the southern part of the state.
In other activities, My Sweety and I have reactivated our membership in the Christian Motorcyclists Association, which has recently begun a regional chapter here, and subsequently we've acquired a new Yamaha V-Star 1300 Tourer. And, I suppose I should let it be known that this year I became an official, card carrying member of the NRA (yes, that nasty, right wing purveyor of unlimited, personal firepower), and that I, too, can now barricade myself and my loved ones safely in our castle, and keep the wolves and maniacs at bay for at least a few hours of spirited and frenzied armed combat, once the world entirely disintegrates into chaos and violence. And watch out! I've even signed up for a class to obtain my "conceal-carry" permit.
So! 60s rock n roll, and motorcycles, and armed to the teeth! What more could you ask for to evidence a mid-life crisis!
I guess it's a cheaper and less horrifying mental image than chasing young women (and My Sweety appreciates that also).
So! 60s rock n roll, and motorcycles, and armed to the teeth! What more could you ask for to evidence a mid-life crisis!
I guess it's a cheaper and less horrifying mental image than chasing young women (and My Sweety appreciates that also).
"View from the road"
TTFN
