Floor Sanding, Poland and Sanjeev

Well, I hope you are feeling fine..

Today was the typical sort of Sunday I usually experience. I got up and went to church an hour early to practice with the old folks group. Many of them appeared to be absent. I brought the Cumbus, and realized that I need to get it re fretted as soon as possible, because it is an odd thing for me to play a fretless instrument.. Playing a fretless instrument is sort of like freedom without responsibility, or working all your life and realizing on your first day of retirement that you have nothing to do. Frets are my buddies, and without them I am lost.. Wow, those were really crappy analogies..

Well anyway, when I got home from church, I found plenty of yard work waiting for me. It is weird but I actually enjoy work, just not the feeling of inevitability that leads up to it.. Currently my dad is set on demolishing a fence that our old neighbors built on our side of the property line before we moved and I suppose it has been a proverbial thorn in his side as a property owner.

I had no plans for how to spend the rest of the day and I really did not feel like playing football and so I read quietly, enjoying the fine weather. I ended up finishing the Indiana Jones novel I had been ashamedly reading, only to find out that his whole mad adventure to the underworld had been some sort of mad LSD trip..

Anyway, my sister never learned to ride a bike. It is therefor the duty of us in the Casey household who have already learned to teach her. Every few hours for the last few days, my mom, brother or myself have walked with her to the Monadnock Covenant Church at the end of our road to watch her ride around the parking lot. It is the sort of trip that I do not enjoy, and today was no exception. I also ended up having to be the over protective brother today, when one of the sister's school mates who seems intent on making her life miserable pulled up alongside us on our walk home. Well, long story short, I do not like when people are unfriendly towards those in my care, and the offending child's parent no doubt realised this. Italianitis strikes again..

After receiving congratulations from my parents for the aforementioned events, I hooked up a microphone to a bass amp, to see what my cumbus would sound like amplified.. Unfortunately the answer is out of tune with penty of feedback. I then practiced for the upcoming benefit concert that I alluded to in a previous post and that was mentioned in the Sentinel today.

My dad later took us out to eat at Uno's, which was delicious.. am now realizing that it is chest hair season and that I need more gold.. See you soon, and have a great week.