Just the roadie...

It's so strange to actually have my feet on terra firma for more than 24 hours. It is also very strange to wake up in a place that I know but also a place that is not my own. Leaving NW Indiana / Chicagoland has been tough but a necessary part in the journey for now. Getting unpacked, unboxed, and settled in to the new digs with my buddy, JC, is going to seemingly take the next millennium.  I keep thinking that I need to call this person, email that person, go see these people, etc. "when I get back to Indiana" but then there is the realization that there is no place of my own to "go back to". Moving everything you own into a 16' Budget truck rental (NEVER go with U-Haul, my friends) without coming close to filling it and then having to squeeze all of that into a 5x7x8 "pod" really puts a different slant on what I actually "own" in life.  I went to my parent's church on Sunday. It was cool to see some good things happening ...

One (dis)advantage to being unemployed is I get to watch the idiot box more than most. Usually I ignore the temptation to lower my IQ.  Today I caught a good chunk of Coretta Scott King's Memorial Service. And it was worth viewing. Make the time to catch the speaker's excerpts at NPR (click here ) while they are up there. I was really frustrated with Fox News and their irritating running commentary of the event. CNN was a lot better at just letting the event run it's course. I have to admit, as much as I didn't appreciate the Clinton's management of the White House while there (not that George is doing much better lately), "Billary" put a lot in the proper perspective with his comments. Me? I'm sick of being surrounded by boxes. That, and finding out it will cost close to a grand to rent the U-Haul truck and trailer for the van really cut to the heart today. This move is getting more interesting every day...

>Sigh<   I doubt these thoughts go beyond the three people I know that check into this blog. I just see this storm on the horizon and felt I wanted to throw down a couple lines regarding this story. By the way, you can click on the "I don't even know" title to go to some related information about this... I hate controversy sometimes.  This will be a big one. I was interested in seeing the new "End of the Spear" movie. Not chomping at the bit mind you, just interested. I had been much more interested in seeing Lord of the Rings and the latest Harry Potter flick because I knew production values would be at a much higher standard. Narnia? Fair adaptation, fair production values, but  Liam Neeson just didn't do it for me as Aslan. Aslan's immensity, as portrayed in C.S. Lewis's wonderful books portrays, just didn't come across at all. Anyway, I digress. More to my actual point that "Christian" movies have a history of j...

Just so's ya know... Dad's (second) surgery went VERY well and Dr. Ching (an amazing surgeon in my book) said it was one of the best replacement corneas and surgeries he had seen (and done). Thank you God (and anyone reading this) for all the prayers and support. Now we just have to keep dad "obedient" to the rigors of rehabilitation and healing. Now THAT is going to be a project!!

Earlier today, Mom and Dad were going through electronic "things" that weren't working or being used, deciding what to throw out. They got to an old TV remote where the number one doesn't work anymore (unless you press pretty hard and Mom can't really do that). They were pulling out the batteries from a hand held solitaire game Dad got for Christmas. The graphics are pretty small so Dad can't see them. Mom seemed to enjoy pushing the buttons that made noise. She was taking the batteries out of the solitaire game when Dad told her not to throw it out because he might be able to see it after his surgery. He told her not to throw out the game because it was functional, not broken. Then he said it. " I'm the one that's broken. " I was crushed. I almost cried when he said it. I had to leave the room. As inevitable as it is to get old, it just sucks as it happens. Dad's done what he can to get by but he is broken right now. I...

So here I sit, somewhere between Cleveland, Ohio and Erie, Pennsylvania, a couple days before Christmas 2005. It is Wednesday, isn't it? I have a tendency to lose track of what day of the week it is lately. Today, I'm on my way to NY to spend the holidays with family and friends out there. Dad has a pretty big surgery early in January and I'm trying to figure out how and when I'd be making my way back to Indiana. If things don't change within the first week or two of January, I think it will be time to officially make my move back to New York to pursue the next steps in the career path. Through this whole thing my faith and journey in that faith has been my constant. My journey to find Christ and grow in a walk with Him has been my companion. I am completely non-politically correct in my wishing people a Merry Christmas and I don't really care. This season is the built around the birth of the One that brought hope to a pretty decimated planet. What astoun...

This is from my friend (the "other" Brian) out in Colorado.  I'll let it speak for itself. (If the above link won't work, copy and paste what lies below into your browser) http://flabbyironman.blogspot.com/2005/12/picture-share_13.html