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Lately I’ve been Turning Left

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Every day when I’m done with my ‘day job’ I have a decision to make. Turn right or turn left. If I go right I end up at home, typically after a stop at the grocery store for some odds and ends that the family needs. So I get home pledge to do something productive, like clean the gel out of my KLR’s carburetor or organized the basement or write up this week’s Dungeons and Dragons adventure and typically I get sidetracked. Going home doesn’t lead to productive works.

Troubles

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I think we all have some expectations we are born with that we feel a need to live up to. It’s when I find myself unable to meet these self-imposed expectations that I begin to flail around uselessly. Be strong, only bitch about trivial stuff, be where you say, when you say you’ll be there, be stoic. Nowhere on that list is ‘remain gainfully employed because it is a huge part of your self-esteem.’ No one ever added the ‘work’ thing to my list, I seldom mention it, yet when my livelihood is threatened I react.

Music

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I do enjoy me a good tune. Or a bad tune, depending on if our tastes are in sync. This past weekend I headed out to the Gentle of the Road festival in Waverly, IA. The format for the venue was a group of bands playing one after another on a main stage, not multiple stages. I find having a main stage and one or more ‘non-main’ stages annoying. At best it means a lot of walking between the various stages, at worst the bands are playing at the same time, which means missing one performer to hear another.

A lazy update that doesn't say much at all.

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It seems like I’m not blogging or writing nearly as much as I used to, eh? Looks can be deceiving, not on the blogging part, my life has gotten pretty boring and, if I dare say it, I’ve slid into a nice rut here of work->write->exercise->sleep that I don’t intend on driving out of any time soon.

April, I am glad that's over with!

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It was a rough April for me. First came the back to back colds, here it is May the 5th and I am just getting to the end of the second illness. In the middle of this came the tumor. I found a lump in my chest on April 14th, thanks to my aunt (who perished of breast cancer) and the cartoon "Archer", I am quite aware that men can get breast cancer too, so I rushed off to the doctor's expecting to be told, "Meh, it's nothing."

This and That

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This.

Nothing like a stained shirt

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A stained shirt, perhaps with grease from that fast food I shouldn’t have eaten or with paint from putting the latest coat on the sharn (Shed-barn), is a welcome comfort to me. My shirts have a progression of life that they follow, first the new crisp shirt arrives in the mail (what? You buy your shirts in a store?) I pull it out of the plastic and savor that chemical clean smell of processed cotton.

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