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January 12, 2007

empty yard, etc.

as a new calendar year has arrived, i feel as though i should write.

it is cold today, though not cold enough by my estimation, as rain falls, not snow. i admit to having generated pleasing images of myself back in the white winter world, which simply has not been the case this year. no snow, aside from a light dusting two or three times.

i've spent so much time NOT writing here, that i miss it in some way. i'm fairly certain that i've lost nearly my entire readership, which frankly suits me just fine. while i enjoyed the sense of community for sure, and i would heartily welcome its return, i feel as though i've come around to the beginning in some way (as there were virtually no readers then) which always has a sense of homecoming to it. the return to beginnings that is. there is something to be said for sending things out into a vacuum. some of the best shows i've ever played have been to a lone bartender. or to the walls of my bedroom.

i've also been busy with things which have taken precedence over my daily ramblings. graduate school, recording, a dog, etc. that said of course, i'm feeling lately like putting more energy into this website. so much of it feels outdated (and literally is outdated) so spending a bit of time here makes sense. though perhaps i am just feeling outdated. turning 34 in december has made me more aware of life passing by for some reason. sometimes, it seems to be moving so quickly that i'm not even there. it is wind, blowing past me. this living in the moment business is always challenging.

i look out of my window and watch the dog (alex, a deaf australian shepherd we acquired from a rescue organization) run out to the back fence. there happen to be dogs who live in the adjacent yard, whom he likes to bark at aggressively. or maybe that's just my perception. he could simply be saying hello. tired of singing to an empty yard.

Posted by jeff pitcher at January 12, 2007 11:07 AM

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COMMENTS

hello my dear

i think i may have fixed your comments issues.

aha!

comment away everyone.

k.

Posted by: keri at January 22, 2007 01:04 PM

Comments! Finally. I've been reading your blog for awhile now, ever since discovering you from your wife's website. Your writing is superb- I'm glad you have decided to maybe write a little more often. I love your stories and descriptions (especially "blood trees".

Posted by: Sabine at January 24, 2007 11:18 AM

so every so often i find myself checking your journal...it happens to be one of the first "favorites" i saved on my computer a few years back...

your words sound different...like you have settled into your life somehow...maybe not settled but you sound as though you have found some serenity...

the australian sheperd is a good dog to have...always grew up with them as a kid...there are two aussie brothers that live with my mom...jack and sydney...

ah, to turn 34...my turn comes next month...i remember when we were seniors in high school sitting in your room at your parents house listening to your 45s...guitar in the corner...and the angst of being a teenager looming over our heads...

so where do these blood trees reside?...

Posted by: deena at January 24, 2007 07:52 PM
   


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