Late

Well, I'm back, albeit one day late. My mother wanted to stay another day, and I didn't particularly mind. But I thought of quite a few subjects to talk about while I was gone. It's a shame when you get the urge to write and the can't. I'll see how many I get to today. I've an idea for a nice poem, but it'll be a few hour endeavor at least.

So I was gone to a "family reunion" of sorts. Family is an interesting thing, especially outside of your immediate circle. I don't know how it is for you, but mine sort of has two sides. My mother's is sort of the wilder, rowdier, a tad hickish side whereas my father's is the more intellectual, uptight side. This annual reunion is at my mother's uncle's house on the lake. But it went well. Family is like a group of guaranteed friends. They hang out with you just because of your birth. Sure, you have to make an effort to get along, but if you don't make any snaffoos, you can get along wonderfully despite big differences. I dunno, it's a net of relations I'm not too familiar with. Maybe you do, but I don't really do much with anyone other that my parents and grandfather. And I don't really realize what I'm missing until I see all of them. But it's just like all my other relationships, pretty much. The other person needs to make the effort. I'll gladly respond (most of the time), but unless I've something pertinent to discuss, I generally keep to myself. It's lonely, but easy. Story of my life, eh?

I also got an accordion. My aunt got it dirt cheap through accident at a flea market and since she didn't use it, offered it to me. I've wanted to learn the fiddle/violin or accordion for awhile now. They've just got fuller sounds, more harmonious than the relatively thin, singular oboe sound. Of course, I'm not quitting the oboe. Playing in a band setting is great. But the accordion might provide that extra bit of oomph I need. Pardon the semi-pun hehe.

And I'm sure you less than frequent readers will be glad to know that I'm officially using this break to stop the daily postings. If it happens, it happens. I'm not going to force things.

Hmmm, not really too much. I guess the poem material is heftier than I thought. More on that later. For now I'll bid you goodnight. Everybody Polka!