09-25-2016, 07:02 PM
Outbursts of Joy!
Joy of dating someone impulsive: I'm going to France next week! Eeiiiiiiiiggggghhjjjjjjj
Last edited by Dra508; 09-25-2016 at 09:01 PM.
10-14-2016, 07:40 PM
I finally made it to Estes Park, Colorado. It is absolutely beautiful here. I think I want to move here. Spending the next two nights in The Stanley.
10-14-2016, 08:44 PM
If it's open and you have a car, I highly suggest driving up Trail Ridge Road in Rocky Mountain National Park. Breathtaking.
Originally Posted by Bachy
11-16-2016, 02:51 PM
Just found out Nick Swardson in going to be at the Improv downtown this weekend so I immediately grabbed tickets. I tweeted about it and then was retweeted by Terry himself.
12-16-2016, 01:36 PM
ok, to balance out my pissed off-ness:
hitting the on ramp to the 401, a HUGE and beautiful and fluffy and glorious hawk was sitting on a tree at the side of the ramp. the branch he was on was level with my face and i squee-d like it was my triple overtime JOB. so wonderful.
03-17-2017, 10:09 PM
I set myself a goal for the end of the year to be moving to Colorado. I'm both scared and excited as I will be completely alone out there.
03-27-2017, 09:12 PM
just finished mixing down another song for this album I've been driving myself insane making on and off for the past three years. Four down, five to go, but at this rate we should be done by the end of the week. And it's sounding pretty damn nifty so far if I do say so myself
03-28-2017, 06:21 AM
I finally got a G-SYNC monitor for my gaming PC and holy shit I'm glad I did it. 144hz and 1440p looks beautiful and G-SYNC finally fixes stuttering and tearing which always pissed me off.
04-13-2017, 04:53 AM
I'VE Made something that is actually great. Listening to it kinda freaks me out, but i believe in it, and love it to death.
I don't do a lot of personal venting or revealing or whatnot hereabouts. I tend to keep myself to myself. But here goes.
I've spent the last seven and a half years as my mother's caretaker following a stroke she suffered in 2009. During this period, my father also passed on. When first started his slow decay into emphysema and death, the emotional walls went up and I stopped being able to really connect with people. Following a period of alcoholism out of which I emerged thankfully in short order, I've pretty much spent the time since in a state of detachment and disassociation, with nothing much in the way of direction. I essentially resigned myself to being my mom's caretaker and little more.
Shortly after the stroke, she began developing spinal stenosis. She required back surgery, which played all kinds of hell with her physiotherapy. Walking became out of the question; she couldn't endure the pain. This combined with her self-pity, depression, and unwavering religious faith encouraged prayer for miracles and healing, and discouraged her from performing even the most basic of her hand exercises. She got some arm and leg control back on the affected side, but never fully recovered - her bladder control never returned. I give her every credit for getting back what little she did though in her arm and leg, and she found a form of therapy in drawing (religious imagery, natch).
During all of this, I didn't do much but carry on with my 9-5 job, wheeled her about to wherever she needed to go (we tried enrolling her at a couple of seniors' activity centers, but she hated every one of them). My personal interests were essentially limited to concertgoings, collecting videogames which I would barely play, comics, CDs and action figures. There's nothing wrong with that, but in retrospect, I was very much trying to fill a void because I had nothing going on and felt empty. Pure material escapism from my daily reality of emptying waste buckets and laundering filthy sheets.
Friends would ask me "How long will you take care of her? When do you move on with your own life?" and I only replied I didn't know. I supposed the answer was "until I can't anymore", and that became the case last year. Her bladder control deteriorated to the point where after suffering several urinary tract infections, she had to have a catheter put in, whereupon we talked it over and decided it would be best if she entered a seniors' facility.
It's been a few months now, and she's adapting. As for myself...almost four years ago, amidst my resignation, I did the unthinkable and allowed myself to start up a relationship.
We took it slow. It turned out to be exactly what I needed. She stood by me and told me she would wait as long as it took for me to be ready to start a life with her. And she did what I'd long since stopped doing; encouraging me to think about myself a bit, and to do what *I* want to do, which I'm not sure if I ever really have done.
So here I am. She moved in with me after my mother moved into her facility, and pretty much is helping me put myself back together.
I got a month alone to recuperate a bit. I'm learning guitar, exercising, and, cheesy as it may sound, trying to learn how to take care of myself again. I have a vague aim to record music. Whether for myself, to perform live, to start a band...I don't know. At least now I have some sort of goal. And someone with whom I actually share something special.
So generally speaking...I feel all right these days. I think.
I recently decided to get into artist/band management/consulting and have started taking on clients.