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Music can transport you

I love how music can transport you to a different time and place.

I was listening to Jimmy Eat World’s Futures yesterday and I had a sudden craving for pumpkin spice lattes and cooler weather.

I thought it was a little odd, so I looked up the release date of the album. It was released October 11, 2004. No doubt, I enjoyed that album several times that fall while sipping my favorite fall beverage, but isn’t it incredible that the music brought out that subconscious connection? I love music.

Trail Crest

This is crazy

This is crazy.

Parents put baby at risk atop Pulpit Rock

I feel sick and nervous just thinking about it.

There’s this thing inside me that causes me to freak out any time I see someone near the edge of any cliff or mountain.

This doesn’t stop me from doing things like climbing Mt Whitney. It just make me cautious.

Do other people not experience that same sence of nervousness?

Guess not.

Or, at least they ignore it.

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Still Fighting It

Music is amazing.

And, it is amazing that a song you have listened to over and over can find new meaning at different stages in your life.

Today, as I was listing to Ben Folds’ Rockin’ the Suburbs, the song Still Fighting It really connected with me.

It had me near tears, thinking about my son growing up.

I’m not ready for that.

But, here are the lyrics so you can have a good cry too.

Still Fighting It

Good morning, son.
I am a bird
Wearing a brown polyester shirt
You want a coke?
Maybe some fries?
The roast beef combo’s only $9.95
It’s okay, you don’t have to pay
I’ve got all the change

Everybody knows
It hurts to grow up
And everybody does
It’s so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We’re still fighting it, we’re still fighting it

And you’re so much like me
I’m sorry

Good morning, son
In twenty years from now
Maybe we’ll both sit down and have a few beers
And I can tell you ’bout today
And how I picked you up and everything changed
It was pain
Sunny days and rain
I knew you’d feel the same things

Everybody knows
It sucks to grow up
And everybody does
It’s so weird to be back here.
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We’re still fighting it, we’re still fighting it

You’ll try and try and one day you’ll fly
Away from me

Good morning, son
I am a bird

It was pain
Sunny days and rain
I knew you’d feel the same things

Everybody knows
It hurts to grow up
And everybody does
It’s so weird to be back here.
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We’re still fighting it, we’re still fighting it
Oh, we’re still fighting it, we’re still fighting it

And you’re so much like me
I’m sorry

Bringing Order Back

Since the piano arrived, our home has been in a bit of disarray.

There’s nothing like having to shift all of your furniture around.

Last night, I made a major stride in bringing order to the room. I mounted the tv above the fireplace. This means I can eliminate the tv stand so that the piano can take its place.

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I still need to figure out how to conceal the cables and where to put the components, but that will come. For now, it works. And, I can begin thinking about moving the piano.

I’m going to need some help with that.

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Piano

It’s kind of funny. After my recent post, Piano and Priorities, I did a little search on Craigslist.

It’s something I do every once in a while. Usually, what I find is either too expensive or in poor condition. That day I found something nearby that actually looked promising.

That promising lead turned into our new piano, which was delivered yesterday.

I haven’t figured out the exact year, but it was made in the early 1900’s. And, for being as old as it is, it’s in great condition.

Now, I just need to learn piano.

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Our House

Last December, almost a year ago, we moved into our new home.

It was such a crazy process that I don’t think I ever posted a picture. So, here it is.

It’s a 1920’s Spanish style house in Glendale. There are restaurants, parks, libraries and Erin’s parents all within walking distance.

Probably the only reason it wasn’t snatched up by someone else before us, was because it was a short sale.

Right up until the end, I wasn’t sure the short sale was even going to go through. After having lost out on other houses, I wasn’t very optimistic. It was a long, uncertain process that in all reality went pretty smoothly.

I’m thankful that we had the means and support to patiently wait for the banks to approve the sale. I can’t really imagine being anywhere else. It’s perfect for our family.

I love our new home, and the new neighborhood. And, I hope that we are able to enjoy it for years and years to come.

Father, Husband, Son

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