seven a second
It's the weekend. I can't even explain how happy that makes me. This week was miserable. Last night I got tires put on my car because I noticed the back two looked low on my way to work the other day. As it turned out, the air pressure was 12 psi- which is not good for a tire rated for 40 and best at 32. I put air in them, but they were back low again after work, so it was time for new tires. Got a very good price. Then as I put the car in reverse, it stalled again. Ugh...I have no idea why, and it started right back up again. Strange thing is, when it's driving it drives better than it has since I bought it. Sadly, this is just something I'm going to have to deal with until whatever part is slowly going bad finally gives up the ghost so a mechanic can find it.
After my car issues, I met James, Amy, Jake, Audry, Paul, Kristine, Blake and Don at 21. It was an interesting evening. I spent most of my time arguing over Paul's conspiracy theories. Paul leans to the left more than a palm tree on the beach during a category 5 storm. So I have a great time harassing him about his tinfoil hat ideas. He truly believes that neoconservatives have a vast plot to unseat minorities and create in Iraq (and later the US) an absolutely free market where laborers are crushed underneath the weight of monolothic corporate wealth and the elderly are left in the streets to die. I reminded him that the few republicans and democrats crazy enough to consider taking their policies to those kind of extremes aren't smart enough to plan and execute their ideas. David Duke and Strom Thurmond being fine examples, followed closely by Byrd and Kennedy.
Today, I'm supposed to meet Kristine, Blake and Cathy at Buffalo Wild Wings to watch the Astros game around three. After that, I expect to head home to Kingwood to see the folks and harass the neighbors.
One more thing: I'm working on some songs. Both of them affected by the events happening in the people's lives around me. Recently, I have had friends die and I've watched friends become parents. Everyday promise and glory extinguished by circumstances, all while unplanned potential and blessings are born into warm hearts. It occurred to me how mournful and wonderful the same day can be, depending on whether or not you've called a friend to see how they are lately. I read this morning that every second, 5 people are born and 2 die. Every second. That's seven people a second who change the lives of their friends and family every second. The song is about being affected. When I wrote it, this song started as a song about loss and emptiness. Later, I felt it sounded hopeful too. I hope this song is as subject to circumstances and really reflects how quickly life can color our perception. It's called "seven a second" and I'll post a link as soon as my webhost gets their act together this morning.
After my car issues, I met James, Amy, Jake, Audry, Paul, Kristine, Blake and Don at 21. It was an interesting evening. I spent most of my time arguing over Paul's conspiracy theories. Paul leans to the left more than a palm tree on the beach during a category 5 storm. So I have a great time harassing him about his tinfoil hat ideas. He truly believes that neoconservatives have a vast plot to unseat minorities and create in Iraq (and later the US) an absolutely free market where laborers are crushed underneath the weight of monolothic corporate wealth and the elderly are left in the streets to die. I reminded him that the few republicans and democrats crazy enough to consider taking their policies to those kind of extremes aren't smart enough to plan and execute their ideas. David Duke and Strom Thurmond being fine examples, followed closely by Byrd and Kennedy.
Today, I'm supposed to meet Kristine, Blake and Cathy at Buffalo Wild Wings to watch the Astros game around three. After that, I expect to head home to Kingwood to see the folks and harass the neighbors.
One more thing: I'm working on some songs. Both of them affected by the events happening in the people's lives around me. Recently, I have had friends die and I've watched friends become parents. Everyday promise and glory extinguished by circumstances, all while unplanned potential and blessings are born into warm hearts. It occurred to me how mournful and wonderful the same day can be, depending on whether or not you've called a friend to see how they are lately. I read this morning that every second, 5 people are born and 2 die. Every second. That's seven people a second who change the lives of their friends and family every second. The song is about being affected. When I wrote it, this song started as a song about loss and emptiness. Later, I felt it sounded hopeful too. I hope this song is as subject to circumstances and really reflects how quickly life can color our perception. It's called "seven a second" and I'll post a link as soon as my webhost gets their act together this morning.