2010 in review

In 2010:

  • We sold our existing home and bought a new one
  • We bought a ZTR mower
  • Honey suffered a concussion and spent a few nights in the CCU
  • I spent Thanksgiving and Christmas at his parent’s home for the first time
  • We went to Holiday World again
  • We toured Springfield, IL – hometown of Pres. Abraham Lincoln
  • We began extensively remodeling our new home, which included a new roof, HVAC unit, and tankless water heater
  • I met Honey’s sister, brother-in-law, and niece for the first time
  • I talked to Jim on the telephone (!)
  • I bought my first truck
  • We finally got a storm shelter
  • I got my first smartie-pants phone – the Droid Incredible
  • We had a white Christmas!!
  • I saw David Gray and Ray Lamontagne in concert
  • This blog has its highest number of page views in a single day (11,539)

Plans for 2011:

  • Go somewhere fun for vacation (maybe Washington, DC)
  • Get a lot more done on the house
  • Pay off my car loan
  • Save more $$

‘Be Here Now’

Be Here Now
By Ray LaMontagne

Don’t let your mind get weary and confused
Your will be still; don’t try.
Don’t let your heart get heavy, child
Inside you there’s a strength that lies.

Don’t let your soul get lonely, child
It’s only time, it will go by
Don’t look for love in faces, places
It’s in you; that’s where you’ll find kindness.

Don’t lose your faith in me,
And I will try not to lose faith in you.
Don’t put your trust in walls,
‘Cause walls will only crush you when they fall.

Be here… be here now… be here now…

So empty, so estranged

Empty
By Ray Lamontagne

She lifts her skirt up to her knees
Walks through the garden rows
With her bare feet, laughing

I never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell
In my disasters

I walk on down the hill
Through grass grown tall
And brown and still
It’s hard somehow
To let go of my pain

On past the busted back
Of that old and rusted Cadillac
That sinks into this field
Collecting rain

Will I always feel this way
So empty
So estranged?

And of these cut throat busted sunsets
These cold and damp white mornings
I have grown weary

If through my cracked and dusty
Dime store lips
I spoke these words out loud
Would no one hear me?

Lay your blouse across the chair
Let fall the flowers
From your hair
And kiss me
With that country mouth
So plain

Outside the rain is tapping
On the leaves
To me it sounds like
They’re applauding us
The quiet love
We’ve made

Will I always feel this way
So empty
So estranged?

Well I looked my demons in the eyes
Laid bare my chest
Said do your best
To destroy me

I’ve been to hell and back
So many times
I must admit
You kinda bore me

There’s a lot of things
That can kill a man
There’s a lot of ways to die
Yes, and some already did
That walk beside me

There’s a lot of things
I don’t understand
Why so many people lie
It’s the hurt I hide that fuels
The fire inside me

Will I always feel this way
So empty
So estranged?