Where have I been? I’m not even sure myself. I do know that I’m now back in Seattle as I am once again surrounded by natural beauty in the form of mountains, lakes, trees…and more trees.
I know I still don’t have any readers (except me), but I hope to start up my blog again. Why? Because I need to find inspiration somewhere. Even writing to myself satiates my need to create. I continue to lament not having good opportunities to play drums in a group. I miss it sorely. I am now compelled to simply imagine playing the drums when listening to music. (I hold concerts to sell-out crowds in my head.) Oh Music, how I still love thee. As estranged as I felt towards you, Music, in both collaboration and listening, I eventually realized it wasn’t your fault that I had to hang up my sticks. I need you too much for healing and sustenance.
Oh, I now have two boys (a child is cheaper to buy…er, bear in Toledo). How foolish was I to think that time and energy were scarce before with just one child! Parents with children do not risk sleeping away their lives. Guaranteed “me-time” only exists when I shower and commute, with the latter only being occasionally.
So what happened in Toledo? In hindsight, it was a great experience. It certainly didn’t feel like that when I lived there. Shoot, I couldn’t stop cursing the place, the drivers, the crappy cell reception. However, I did meet some wonderful people that I continue to stay in touch with. Good relationships with good people are tough to find no matter where you live.
Instead of dumping all my Toledo stories into this one blob entry, I will gradually share them as they come to relevance per blog entry. That I even managed to conjure up one today is a miracle in and of itself.
Happy 2013 to all my readers.
