Sunday Morning Ramblings turned into Thursday Afternoon Thoughts

   Not sure when I typed this exactly. I edited it and the change date set to today, but I believe it was in August of 2016. The Pearl Jam concert Danielle went to was Aug. 22, 2016, a Monday, it was titled "Sunday Morning Ramblings" so it was probably pecked on Aug. 28, 2016. I haven't really blogged since social media consumed me and lately, the DJT "presidency" has sucked the rest of my brains out. Damn it the years do fly by! Sometimes you just want to clutch everything around you and hold tight enough that it never changes. Especially Danielle and I's youth, the kid's youth....our parent's youth....I'm rambling a bit, but I just wanted to publish this one and get it "off my desk/chest". Maybe this inspires me to type or write more...lawd knows I think enough. It's been since September 23, 2013! So...here it is:

   "So all of a sudden I'm "writing", well, I've always had the hardest time calling typing writing. It isn't the same and here I am hammering away on our mini iPad, not sure how long I can do this , but I felt inspired enough to start a new blog section and start typing. I considered naming it the kids ages again like I had before, they were ONE and FOUR. They are six and nine, so...couldn't think of anything clever to call it and make it "kid friendly", not that anything I type is kid friendly. I considered a play on the Hendrix tune, or perhaps the grades they are in, which are FIRST and FOURTH. It's hard for me to type, let alone repeat my head or out loud. They are this big now. No, there isn't any turning back now.
   Danielle just returned from her first trip ever to Chicago to go see Pearl Jam with her friend Christie, Christie's brother, Matt and Christie's nephew, Chase. It was the first of two nights at Wrigley Field and an opportunity of a lifetime for her. I'm so glad she had the chance to go, as this was her first time. She loved the Windy City and has insisted we will be returning, I certainly hope so, to see a game or Pearl Jam at Wrigley would be an amazing experience I'm sure. I've been listening to more of them than I have in years - it feels good to get back to your roots. All of the old favs from the...90s...haha...Mother Love Bone, Temple of the Dog, EVERY PJ album...
   This morning Pierce is intrigued by the instruments in my music closet. I've held on to Mark's old trumpet, the electric guitar my parents got me 20 years ago for Christmas and the acoustic guitar that Mike bought for me when Pierce was born. Pierce is strumming, tapping and drumming on it, as I type, on the couch next to me. It's keeping him occupied and he's not playing Minecraft or Lego Star Wars: The Force Awakens, I can hear the gears in his head turning and the see the gleam in his eye. He's explaining to me all the different sounds it has and now is carrying it through the house to show Danielle. All I can hope for is that he sticks with it. 
   Boy, just three paragraphs in and I'm spent, this is the result of two separate sittings, the first two paragraphs on the tablet and one more on the desktop."

   That was it! Nothing to see here but my life, in all it's wondrous glory. In the first paragraph I mentioned starting a new blog with a new name. I've used the Tadpole one sparingly since the offspring came along and I think I'm going to keep it. I'm thinking faster than I am typing, which is a good sign. I'll type soon. I have some other drafts that have been sitting on the desk and may craft those too.