The Path of Wildness

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My Big Paul shirt got A LOT of attention at the mall. :-)

My Big Paul shirt got A LOT of attention at the mall. :-)

My work… I’m particularly proud of this middle seam. One more pass with the sander, another coat of mud followed by some texture and we’ll call ‘er done. (^-^)/

My work… I’m particularly proud of this middle seam. One more pass with the sander, another coat of mud followed by some texture and we’ll call ‘er done. (^-^)/

So exhausted. I can hardly lift my arms. Spent the day installing ceiling drywall and learning to mix and apply drywall mud. Seriously some of the hardest manual labor I’ve ever done. When we finished my boss told me “if you’re ever destitute Kurt you can now go to any contractor and offer your services as a drywall installer.” I agree and I’m sincerely grateful for the new skills and confidence I’m gaining through this part time job each and every weekend. :-)

So exhausted. I can hardly lift my arms. Spent the day installing ceiling drywall and learning to mix and apply drywall mud. Seriously some of the hardest manual labor I’ve ever done. When we finished my boss told me “if you’re ever destitute Kurt you can now go to any contractor and offer your services as a drywall installer.” I agree and I’m sincerely grateful for the new skills and confidence I’m gaining through this part time job each and every weekend. :-)

Today I’m learning to install drywall…ON THE CEILING!! I need arms like Popeye to do this right.

Today I’m learning to install drywall…ON THE CEILING!! I need arms like Popeye to do this right.

This is the chair where my Muse sometimes sits. She waits for me here while I’m at Starbucks, wasting money trying to bribe inspiration with expensive mocha and atmosphere. There’s no WiFi here by my chair. No coffee, laughter or airy atmosphere of life and companionship. But there is the Muse. Invisible and real. Whispering in my ear. Alive and living. Alone and pure.

This is the chair where my Muse sometimes sits. She waits for me here while I’m at Starbucks, wasting money trying to bribe inspiration with expensive mocha and atmosphere. There’s no WiFi here by my chair. No coffee, laughter or airy atmosphere of life and companionship. But there is the Muse. Invisible and real. Whispering in my ear. Alive and living. Alone and pure.

Perfect for casual Friday!!

Perfect for casual Friday!!

After….

After….

Before…

Before…

The place where I work encourages us to get out and walk around outside once or twice a day. They’ve also placed some nice signs along the walkway. I really like this. :-)

The place where I work encourages us to get out and walk around outside once or twice a day. They’ve also placed some nice signs along the walkway. I really like this. :-)

Sitting on the porch of my hollow home thinking about my daughter’s life and future, and the great fork in the road where Yumiko and I now guide her. If we keep her in Japan her life path is fairly certain when extrapolated from contemporary norms. She’ll most likely become a well educated housewife, a mother of some fraction of children and wife to a husband she’ll likely one day widow, before herself finishing life at a ripe old age, possibly in the home of one of her own children and surrounded by grandchildren. Her life will be stable and secure if not perhaps just a little dull and unremarkable for its strict allegiance to principal and precedent. However, if she comes to America her life will become God only knows what? As ever, both roads have their aspects of attraction and concern.

Sitting on the porch of my hollow home thinking about my daughter’s life and future, and the great fork in the road where Yumiko and I now guide her. If we keep her in Japan her life path is fairly certain when extrapolated from contemporary norms. She’ll most likely become a well educated housewife, a mother of some fraction of children and wife to a husband she’ll likely one day widow, before herself finishing life at a ripe old age, possibly in the home of one of her own children and surrounded by grandchildren. Her life will be stable and secure if not perhaps just a little dull and unremarkable for its strict allegiance to principal and precedent. However, if she comes to America her life will become God only knows what? As ever, both roads have their aspects of attraction and concern.