March 2005 Eight posts

• 31-Mar-2005
  Cats Hate Saxaphones While I am working, I had to take a microbreak and say that my stepson Devon is practicing the Saxophone, and that this makes Bas absolutely terrified. Not that Dev ssounds bad, but the sound has a definite power in this studio apartment. The cat has retreated to the closet till the jazzy noise clears...
• 31-Mar-2005
  New Day A new day begins! Huzzah! Feeling pretty good all-in-all. Time to shower and start the day!
• 31-Mar-2005
  More Fun In The New World So now I’m posting this from a motel — the studio apartment we’re in for a few more days in no way fits Leah, me, and the 4 kids. So now we’re split into two parts, rejoining together tomorrow. We really are leading an interesting life.
• 29-Mar-2005
  On The Move We move into the new place Saturday. Whether we’ll move everything in that day remains to be seen. We have the kids. I have a pickup to get basics. On the agenda: – Utility/Electricity – Utility/Internet – Refrigerator – Moving Truck (assuming we want to do the whole deal this weekend and can get a...
• 29-Mar-2005
  Possible Indicators of Mental Health An idle thought: I would be very interested to see a chart of things which may be indicators of my mental state. Some possible questions: How clean is the inside of my vehicle? How long has it been since I blogged? When was the last time I sat down and read for enjoyment? How many...
• 29-Mar-2005
  Music That Made Me Cry On First Listen in the Past 3 Months Brian Wilson – Our Prayer/Gee; Heroes & Vilains from Smile. Ben Folds – Still Fighting It from Rockin’ The Suburbs Music is the BEST.
• 29-Mar-2005
  Great Jone Street, Updating Mr. Kelly Abbott, a pal of mine, maintains a website at great-jones-street.com, and it appears that he’s updating it semi-regularly. Don’t miss Glenn’s Girls, about his father, Roswell, UFOs, and life.
• 28-Mar-2005
  Sometimes (Simi) Sometimes I have a very hard time writing here. Sometimes it’s out of not wanting to share, or maybe it’s shame for how things are not exactly how I want them to be in my life. As though by not speaking I can ignore the low spots. But in so doing I most assuredly ignore...