Move is coming up quick

Well the move is only days away. I’ve got most of my possessions given away or packed up. There are still some small things I need to figure out how to pack. I’ve been working on making some bread in my bread machine to use up ingredients. I love the smell of bread cooking. It makes the house smell SO good.

My friend Ray gets here Thursday morning at something like 8:30 AM. Then it’s a day of running around town with him and packing my car for the ‘launch’ Friday morning. I think calling it a launch is rather appropriate. It’s nothing short of the trip that Columbus made across the ocean blue. Of course we have iPods, GPS, radio, and hotels to stay in. Well maybe that’s not a good comparison.

Thursday evening I’ll be meeting my friends at La Fogata on High Street for a farewell party. It will be sad to say good bye but I always say, look at it this way, now you have a friend to visit in San Francisco. I have a lot of good friends here but I’m still eager to go to the west coast and see what earth quakes are all about.

Protecting My Sons From People Like Me

Protecting My Sons From People Like Me.

This is a wonderful blog entry from a father of a son who might be gay.  I say might because the son is only four years old.  It shows the depth with which this father has thought about the situations and put in into perspective with his own childhood.

I know I personally can identify with the child in this case but the great thing is that this blog is written by the parents.  This set of parents are doing their best to raise their son in a loving and nurturing environment.  As many of you know that’s not the easies thing to do in todays world.

Give it a read and see if you don’t get a little emotional.  These are the first steps by a father down a path that will be a little rocky.  I applaud the parents and wish them the best in this journey.

California Dreaming

So in a next week I’ll be moving to San Francisco.  I had planned on moving out in January but that was delayed by the ‘incident.’  You can read more about that on my blog.  I had every intention on moving so after finding out a little more about my medical problem I decided I can go ahead and move.

My friends from San Francisco are flying out to Ohio and they are going to ride out with me.  They were worried about me making the drive myself.  As you can tell from my last entry I drove about 1,000 miles to New Orleans.  The road trip should be fun.  I plan on heading south and going across the southern US.  The one stop that I would like to make is in Las Vegas.  I’ll have to see how that figures into the driving plans.

 

My Tuba
My Tuba

So one of the big things I did was get rid of virtually all my belongings.  I’m only taking what will fit in my car.  Lucky for me I have a Scion xB (toaster on wheels) so it has a lot of room in the back.  My tuba will take up approximately a third of that room.  Imagine if I had a Toyota Corolla! That wouldn’t me much after getting my tuba in the back seat.  As you can see from the picture to the left my horn isn’t exactly small.  Standing on end it’s about three foot tall.  Some people don’t understand musicians but it’s something that I love and I couldn’t imagine not being able to perform now.

 

So we’re on the count down.  I’ll be blogging during my trip across the US so check out my blog for more.

 

Mardi Gras 2011

New Orleans - French Quarter - Bourbon Street ...
Image by wallyg via Flickr

So Mardi Gras 2011 has come to an end. What an amazing week of running from one event to the next. I had a great time and it was so good to see old friends. Including the person who started calling me Tuba.

I didn’t see any parades this year but I was in the French Quarter every day. We would stop and see friends and walk around to some of the old haunts like we would when I lived in New Orleans.  There are so many great restaurants in the quarter and so many things to see.  Then you add Mardi Gras on top of all that, well lets just say you can’t see everything.  I didn’t even go down to Burbon Street.  I just stayed on the edge of the French Quarter.

A huge thank you to my friend Bob for letting me stay at his house! Thanks to Poncho, Aaron, Lance, Josh, Max, and all the other people I saw there in New Orleans.  It was a great vacation and I can’t wait to come back.

I will always love the city and it will always be a great vacation spot.  There’s always something to do and there’s always wonderful food.  Those are two of the things that always make New Orleans a spectacular vacation spot.