10+10+4+5 = my age

See, when I write it like that, 29 actually seems short, like very few years at all.  10 years as a small kid, 10 as a big kid, 4 early adult years wondering when my life was going to start, and 5 with Sienna and Peja-bear.  Just a snap of the fingers really.

Along with being back online, we've been skyping it up with my family, which is pretty cool.  They're in Orillia and Barrie, which makes it tough to see them as much as we'd like.  Sometimes I'd really like to be able to have a cup of tea with my dad, and this way I almost can.  Sure, I have to make my own tea, but the tea is just the excuse, right?  My sis is having a baby in March, so it means I'll get to see little Peanut (the kid's nickname) grow up more than the occasional visit.

We're debating getting a little drum-kit for Peja bear.  There are grant-requests going out to grandparents, and we're counting our pennies.  I always figured my kid would just wait until they could reach the kick-pedal, but Peja-bear is pretty tiny, and might not reach until just before her drivers test. . .

Hope you are all well.

Jay.

Back Online. . .

We finally talked each-other to get internet back in the house.  So, once again, I'm ignoring Peja and updating my blog.

My basketball team has been tearing it up this season.  We're 8-1, and will probably end the season at 9-1 and thus secure the 2nd seed in the playoffs.  I have nothing to do with this success, but I am the captain, and without me bringing the game ball. . .  There's a little pick-up game at Peja's school with some parents and teachers that happens on my league night, but there have been a couple of times in the last few weeks when my league game ended in time for me to make both games.  That pick-up game is a great networking thing, and between that and attending parent council meetings, I think I'm on track to coach some junior basketball.  My goal is to finally end up coaching high school or equivalent, and grade 5-6 seems the right age to start.  So, my league teammates have taught me enough that I can do well at the pick-up game, where I impress the right people enough to let me coach.

 More music stuff up soon -- viva la internet!

My head is full of goo

Short-handed victory last night -- no subs and a wicked head cold for our worst player / captain.  But we pulled it out -- little thanks to me huffing and coughing around the court.  The other team was shooting like the 2nd coming of Steve Kerr, but we ran and ran and got enough easy baskets to win the game.

The studio has been shut-down do to my cold, but as soon as my voice returns I'll get back in there and get some more work done and maybe post some stuff here.  It seems about time for a new video with Peja.

Hope you are well.

Jay.

Peja the super fan

Peja came with me to my kssc basketball game last night.  She was very excited before, sat nicely during, and chatted about the game on the way home.  I think she mostly likes talking to my teammates when they are subbed-out, but either way it's awesome to have her along.  She is paying back all the screaming from when she was little -- she's really a great friend to bring along anywhere.

After I put her to bed, Sienna's mom came and watched the house while I went and played in a community pick-up basketball game -- it was indeed super basketball night.  My knees and back are suggesting to me that 3 hours of basketball is too much, especially considering the biking to work I'll need to do later.

Thursday is my eclectic night at work -- I have 4 adult students, 1 eight year old, and 1 five year old, and I teach drums, bass, and guitar.  It's a good shift, and the variety keeps the night rolling.  It's been a good fall at The Dorian School of Music, my schedule is packed (thanks Tim!), and my students have been really keen.

Hope all is well with you,

Jay.

The Wall

I'm feeling a bit stalled-out right now.  I've got about 5 songs that are in respectable form, and maybe 3 or 4 on the outside looking it.  Add 1 or 2 reworked old barn flyz tunes, and that should round out the album.  I did a demo of an old blue-grass song called "bear ears", with some lap-steel, and I it was alright, but as with all reworked stuff, it never quite get the energy of the first copy.   I think everything is still going fine, but that first rush I got when the internet left our house is definitely over -- the wall is being hit.  Must keep running.