Lumberpick

This evening I’m sitting here with Cherity’s IPOD Nano listening to Andrew Bird singing his song A Nervous Tick Motion of the Head to the Left. Very good, and somewhat darkly humorous, song. Before that I was listening to the Crane Wife by The Decemberists. I must say Cherity has good taste in music.

It’s been sort of a bummer that I haven’t had much time to spend more time blogging. I decided to make some time this evening. It’s a redundant and overused statement that people use: “I’ve just been too busy” … to do this or do that…and it bother’s me that when I hear it from others... it's almost as if they’re bragging about their sacrifice of time to the God of busy-ness. Personally I haven’t had much time to think lately because I’ve been busy and personally I miss having some time to tune out and think about what I’ve been thinking about. Does that make sense?

So what have I been thinking about? Or worse yet, what haven’t I been thinking about?

I’ve been thinking about playing basketball and lifting weights and that I’m insane because I’ll be sitting in a meeting where I should be concentrating on the task at hand but I’ve drifted off thinking about how I should have driven to the left instead of the right when I was playing a pick up game. I don’t know what drives me to think about this. I guess I’m competitive. I’m reminded of this as a sports fan. I watch the Badgers lose and I get depressed and then have to deal with the fact that I’m getting depressed about some guys who typically aren’t even from Wisconsin who play a game that I’ve never played myself and then that prompts me to think about how crazy that is. Weird. My mind bounces. I have trouble listening because one silly comment will have me off on some tangent and I miss the rest of the conversation. I guess I'm a modern day Walter Mitty, partially living in a secret world. I'm forced out of it more as I get older due to responsibility and other such silly adult-y concepts

I’ve been thinking about our limbo status of owning a house in Winona but living in Denver Colorado waiting for something to happen. It’s actually been surprising to me that I’m not a nervous wreck with ulcers.

I’ve been thinking about my knees and how I’m too young for them to be hurting and how I should be taking glucosamine or something. I've been wondering am I really that old at 33? I'm still 32 years away from standard retirement age. If I'm lucky enough to live to see retirement...well that's a life left to live.

I’ve been thinking a lot about my beautiful sister in Columbus. I’ve been reminded of her on bike rides as I fly by the 20 foot high Pink Ribbons hanging from large buildings as there was a race for the cure on Sunday which I didn't find out about until it was too late.

I've been thinking about how amazing my wife's drive has been to whipping herself in to shape. I'm reminded of it every time I look at her. She's like the incredibly shrinking woman. Pretty dang impressive if you ask me.

Anyway there's been a lot more but I can't think of what right now. I guess I've run out of gas.