Saturday, November 12, 2011

Saves the Day (am I old?)

Jo and I went to see one of my favorite bands, Saves the Day, last night.  They played right her in Chapel Hill (Carrboro actually, but the Cat's Cradle is just barely in Carrboro).  Throughout the evening, I had several thoughts that make be realize that I must be getting older:

Its too late - Its Friday night, I just worked all week.  Its already dark outside and its cold.  I would love to fall asleep here on the floor.  If it wasn't one my favorite bands and if the show was more than just a few minutes away, I might stay home.
Its too loud - Wow, it's loud.  Is it just me, or is it loud?  I think it would sound better if it weren't so stinking loud.  I mean, the vocals would be much better if it weren't so loud.  Who's running sound here?  Is it loud?
Its too crazy - I hope the mosh pit stays where it is.  I don't want to get kicked in the head.  I'm not 18 anymore.  18 year olds think its cool to get kicked in the head at a show, because they can brag to their buddies.  If I get kicked in the head, I might have to go the ER.

The show was killer.  And it was good to get out and see some live music, something I don't do nearly as much as I want to.  I don't really think I'm old, but I'm definitely not young as I used to be, and never will be.  Before I know it I'll be hitting to the 4:30 Shoney's buffet and going to bed after Jeopardy.

Saturday, November 5, 2011


Here's my latest conversation with Adelle:

Adelle: Is it okay to kick a donkey?
Me: I don't know; I've never thought about it. 
Adelle: Do some people kick donkeys?
Me: I don't know, maybe somebody has.
Adelle: Why?
Me: I don't know.  Like I said, I've never thought about that before. 

Note: I'm not sure exactly why she asked this, but we had a conversation yesterday about the fact that donkeys have been know to kick people.  I guess she's been thinking about that.  Like I've said before, I don't make these things up. 

Thursday, November 3, 2011

unfulfilled and fulfilled at the same time

I have a job I do not like.  It is not fulfilling and also frustrating.  But I get paid to do it.  I often think, 'wouldn't it be nice to get paid to do the things that I love to do?'   But that may never happen.  In reality however, I'm already doing the things I love and already giving my life to some pretty important things.  And no one's paying me to do them.  I don't get paid to be a father or a husband or to serve Greenleaf VIneyard or to make music with fellow Greenleafers or to care about people.  But those are the things I love and enjoy.  I may never get paid to do what I love, but that's fine; some things can never be measured on a monetary scale.