Sunday, September 28, 2008

stuff

It's late, I'm still awake, so I thought I'd share stuff.

A few months ago, I decided to add on to my home, as it's becoming rather small for me and my two boys.
I had an enclosed porch, measuring roughly 8'x12' (which was used mainly for a catch-all), removed and in it's place a room measuring 19'x31'.
This will be a second 'tv' room with space for my kids to entertain friends, and an area to relocate my laundry room.

It's now in the final stages as I have begun to prime the walls for paint.
I'm still having difficulties not only with deciding on wall colours, but if in fact I will want to let my kids have this space!
~I could always move my entertainment 'stuff' out there and let them have the old living room~

Soccer season began last week and my younger boy is participating.
Our towns program only provides for students up through sixth grade, so this will be his last year.
He started things off with his teams only (and his personal first) goal!
It was pretty cool to see him succeed like that.

I've been contemplating my future at my job (which is pretty bad timing what with the car loan and 'construction' loan I've taken on), but sometimes you just know when things are going down hill.
I'm hanging on as long as I can, but it's becoming harder and harder each day.

My music has really suffered over the last ten years or so.

Beginning back in grade school, I started off taking up the violin. Something about strings just caught my ear over the brass and woodwinds. Odd considering I was living in "River City" at the time. One would think the memory of Meridith Wilson would have appealed to me, but after meeting with my first conductor/instructor, a Mr. Don Briceland, it was enough for me to pursue and continue strings.

From violin, I picked up a guitar (self taught), and though I could never achieve a lead guitar status, I still found it enjoyable.
I also learned banjo, and mandolin. All of this was before sixth grade.

Before my first son was born, I was with a group of guys that have now gone on to reformulate into a rather successful area band.
But, with the onset of becoming a family man combined with the frustration of not being able to get into a studio (we tried like three times), and with it being a three hour drive, I decided to put music on the back burner.

Now almost 14 years later, I long to play again but time away has taken a toll as when I try to practice, nothing comes of it.
It seem tedious as I can't just 'pick up and play' as I used to be able to and frustration takes over.

I'll hang onto my axes as maybe one day I'll get an epiphany and find the will to jam again.
In the mean time, it's time to paint and create my and my boys' "man space".

2 comments:

Evan 08 said...

Sorry that I neglected to wish you a happy birthday.

With all of the stuff you wrote, I wonder if you're not having some sort of birthday-related crisis. If so, then buck up... I'm not where I imagined I'd be either. I'm content, but not in the way I would have thought.

Okay... for the house. Use a neutral color. If that's too boring for you, you could do an accent wall, similar to what I did in my house. If your floor is done, choose a scheme that matches the floor.

I think I'd want the new room too, if I were in your shoes. Remember though, the front room is what your guests will see when walking into the house. That should be the formal entertaining area. The back room should be the play area. Just don't kid it up to the point that you're uncomfortable going in there. Two "family rooms" will eventually cause the kids to hang out in one are and you another. Not what you want, I'm sure.

Maybe you should bring a guitar down here and we'll jam. I don't have anyone to play with either. Greg doesn't play anymore, and when he does, he plays songs he can't remember... he doesn't just work on a riff or anything original.

Paulius said...

I know how you feel.

In my highschool and college years, I played guitar so much that I might as well have had one grafted to my hand.

Then I started work, then I moved, then my beloved SG got stolen. I haven't so much as touched a guitar in almost three years...and I'm wondering just how much I've forgotten.