alright alright alrriiigghht. (think Matthew McConaughey in Dazed and Confused)
I'm back at work now... I miss not being at work. I miss driving to Dallas late at night with the windows down and Ben Harper (among others) blaring on the radio. I miss showing up at mr. henry's house to see he and his roommate (mr. pettijohn) playing the guitar and the banjo respectively in preparation for the next evening. I miss staying at their pastor's house where the fridge to me is like a candystore to a 6 year old. I miss half-price books. I miss walking around half-price books with misty eyes for such a beautiful place (God truly does love his children). I miss guitar center where I sold my soul. I miss Freebirds where they wrapped my soul in a tortilla and sold it back to me. I miss The Karate Kid on dvd. I miss that it was still cool. I miss Matt Doherty and Ryan Henry playing bluegrass on Sunday afternoon underneath an overhead rack of pots and pans in the kitchen of Mr. Doherty's house. I miss the 3 dogs and one particularly interesting goat. I miss commissioning a piece of artwork. I miss free food at Logan's graduation celebration. I miss hiking through woods? in Cedar Hill to catch dusk. I miss that we went down the same trail 3 times before we trusted that it was the right trail. I miss not having a schedule. I miss a sincerely lazy drive back to Lubbock with the windows down and Coldplay(among others) blaring on the radio. I miss coming into town and catching up with nathan spencer. I miss that I love my life.... I'm back at work now.
all that being said, I need to vent a little real life frustration. Because I work full-time for the state. I am subject to red tape, and regulations and blah, blah, blah. Here is the frustration. I can't go backpacking in Mexico for two weeks with david and graham because I don't have enough vacation time. I can't go to the Cornerstone Festival for a week because I don't have enough vacation time. So I have to settle (if you want to call it settling) for a suicide run to see Coldplay at Red Rocks. This is going to be sweet, no doubt about it. Driving to concert, watching concert, driving home = good stuff. I just wish I could do it all. But whatever, you do what you gotta do and i gotta see coldplay. yeah, i'm feeling much better now.
I'm back at work now... I miss not being at work. I miss driving to Dallas late at night with the windows down and Ben Harper (among others) blaring on the radio. I miss showing up at mr. henry's house to see he and his roommate (mr. pettijohn) playing the guitar and the banjo respectively in preparation for the next evening. I miss staying at their pastor's house where the fridge to me is like a candystore to a 6 year old. I miss half-price books. I miss walking around half-price books with misty eyes for such a beautiful place (God truly does love his children). I miss guitar center where I sold my soul. I miss Freebirds where they wrapped my soul in a tortilla and sold it back to me. I miss The Karate Kid on dvd. I miss that it was still cool. I miss Matt Doherty and Ryan Henry playing bluegrass on Sunday afternoon underneath an overhead rack of pots and pans in the kitchen of Mr. Doherty's house. I miss the 3 dogs and one particularly interesting goat. I miss commissioning a piece of artwork. I miss free food at Logan's graduation celebration. I miss hiking through woods? in Cedar Hill to catch dusk. I miss that we went down the same trail 3 times before we trusted that it was the right trail. I miss not having a schedule. I miss a sincerely lazy drive back to Lubbock with the windows down and Coldplay(among others) blaring on the radio. I miss coming into town and catching up with nathan spencer. I miss that I love my life.... I'm back at work now.
all that being said, I need to vent a little real life frustration. Because I work full-time for the state. I am subject to red tape, and regulations and blah, blah, blah. Here is the frustration. I can't go backpacking in Mexico for two weeks with david and graham because I don't have enough vacation time. I can't go to the Cornerstone Festival for a week because I don't have enough vacation time. So I have to settle (if you want to call it settling) for a suicide run to see Coldplay at Red Rocks. This is going to be sweet, no doubt about it. Driving to concert, watching concert, driving home = good stuff. I just wish I could do it all. But whatever, you do what you gotta do and i gotta see coldplay. yeah, i'm feeling much better now.
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