I missed Sunday blogging again. Oh sure, I could cheat and backdate the post, but nah. I like my weekend absences; they give more precedence to the week, for both my writing and hopefully your reading.
Also, weekends tend to be when I’m actively engaged with my kids or working on some household project that I wouldn’t want to take on during the week. This weekend I finally finished the basement guest room to the point where it seems welcoming to those who might stay with us for the first time since our roommate moved out over a year ago.
The finishing touch the room for now was finally hanging up some wonderful pictures my father had framed for me. One is the goofy picture of the marching band from my senior year of high school. In it are a large number of people whose names I can still recall. And me. Jumping. My tenor sax in the air and I am caught mid-flight off a set of bleachers.
The other is a jazz combo concert poster from college. It has a number of us in black with cool outlining effects, and there I am with my back arched and my tenor sax up in the air again. I like that poster too because it’s got one of my best college friends on there with me.
Hanging those up was a little bittersweet for me. I miss having music in my life right now. I’m feeling too worn out from the kids and work to do more beyond helping the beginning band students at the school. Part of me really, truly misses playing with my combo. Though we were only together for about a year, that short time meant worlds to me.
I know I can’t miss it all that much. I have my wonderful family because I left my hometown. It could not have happened had I stayed where I was.
Still, music is missed. I will indeed have it back someday.