Travel (reprise)

I have to echo my August 11, 2007 post about travel, ie: that I like being other places much more than the travel itself, especially when it involves airlines. I'll add at this point that a head cold with sinus congestion makes this even more true. My ears still haven't gotten over our cruising altitude of 37,000 feet.

Painting

After painting most of my house, I can't get away from the reality that everything surrounding the painting is really most of the work. Taping, covering, cleaning, redundant trips to Home Depot, etc have been much more tedious and time consuming than rolling and brushing paint onto the walls. Insert life application here.

The Question

It had been a while since the question had come up. “Your brothers are both so musically talented. Why don’t you play anything?” I used to get the question a lot at the church where I grew up. My dad was one of the pastors at the biggest church in town, so my brothers and I were sort of like local celebrities, but in none of the good ways. Imagine the weather guy from the local news channel that you see in the grocery store; he’s not anyone you’d brag about meeting, but you might look over your shoulder to see what kind of cereal he buys. And if you saw that he was buying Lucky Charms, you might have the thought that a guy like that should have better sense than to buy sugary cereals. All that to say that it seemed that everyone had an opinion about us, and it’s something I’ve had to spend some time getting over. The question itself is benign, it’s a curiosity to most people, but I don’t like what it implies, ie: that because my brothers were musically gifted beyond belief that my lack of the gift is some sort of intentional staying of the hand of God. I don’t know the answer; in fact I’m not sure there needs to be an answer. I got some other pretty good gifts, and I get to enjoy their music without the burden of performance. All of this is a bit difficult to explain, and probably a bit much to drop on someone for an honest question, but if you’ve read this post, you now know me a little better.

Patience

Much of life comes too late for me. When it does finally come it doesn’t always feel that way, but on the front-end there isn’t much patience. It’s hard to say that. I feel like I’ve done a lot of waiting so that should equal patience, but patience and waiting are probably two different things. Several aspects of my life have involved much waiting, but admittedly, little of it has been patient. I’m not sure whether waiting is a virtue or not; it would seem unfair to only be credited for the times when I really had peace about the waiting.