Back in May our neighborhood had its annual yard sale. It rained. No one came. We had gone on this mission to get rid of a lot of stuff. All of our unneeded stuff was in our garage. No one bought it and it has been in our garage ever since. We had intentions of having another yard/garage sale but the summer happened and the yard sale didn't. I never thought I would be one of those people that had a garage and didn't put their car in it. I am one of those people. At least now I am attempting not to be again. Last night Greg and I took a whole bunch of the stuff that was going to be sold and put it on the front porch. Today AmVets came and took it away. I don't exactly know what they do with it. In my mind though I just have visions of all these old people sitting around playing our Crocodile Hunter board game and shouting out, "CRIKEY!"
This week we have been really busy doing stuff. We have had colds and play dates and given our colds to some of the people who we played with. Oops. I have all this stuff that needs to be done (cleaning, organizing, finally getting my kids' names changed since I have been putting that off for 9+ months, emails to catch up on, and who knows what else) but none of it is getting done. I used to be able to pick away at some of the stuff while playing with the kids but lately it seems they have been demanding every bit of my attention when they are awake and not allowing me 5 minutes to throw in a load of laundry. The only time I have left to get anything done is when they are sleeping (like right now) and by that time I am too exhausted to care about doing anything. And yet when they are awake, despite all this stuff that needs to get done, I find myself planning these play dates and taking yet another trip to the zoo this week just because keeping them busy and occupied saves my sanity during their waking hours. I almost feel ridiculous talking about how I don't have time to get anything done yet I am running off to hang out with my friends and their kids and going to the zoo.
I am pretty sure no one that reads this will care but I still feel like writing about it for my own records. One of my favorite musicians, Will Hoge, was in a horrible accident last week. Not only is he a great musician, but he is just an all around nice guy. We aren't all great buddies or anything but I do talk to him after each show I attend and he recognizes me. For a guy that does 200+ shows a year to even take time out to talk to his fans is great but he even remembers some of them too. Anyway, last week he was riding his motorscooter home from the studio and a van didn't see him and turned in front of him. Will Hoge is lucky to be alive. He has over 100 stitches in his face, almost lost an eye, I think he has a broken jaw but not positive on that one, broken clavicle, four broken ribs, broken sternum, both shoulder blades broken, partially collapsed lung, shattered femur, a kneecap that is now in 8 pieces, and numerous lacerations and bruises all over. Thankfully there are no spinal injuries, brain injuries, or anything that he won't be able to recover from. Even more importantly, he will be home to his wife, son, and family in the future.
I guess that is all the randomness I have to write about at this point in time.