Holding Down The Country Side

I had a foggy ride down route 20 yesterday hooking Bill up with his rental car at the Albany airport. It's a little after 7 am this morning and I imagine they are just getting on the road now for that long trek to Cocoa Beach. Not for me this year thank you! I'm all Florida'd out. Nick and I are here holding down the fort. There's a January thaw going on giving me a break from tending to the fire...which I totally don't mind as I haven't worked since before Christmas with the Colgate students being away and all. January is when I started back up at the infamous Bipolar Hotel aka The Colgate Inn. Now I know, having worked there a year through, that next year I'm out of here with the town being so dead in January. Something to look forward to. I'm thinking Colorado, Arizona the mid west. Sitting here this morning and I just got a text from Aurora who just boarded her plane for Hickory, North Carolina in her traveling promoting Chobani. Every one is going some where! I'm going to the grocery store, the wood shed maybe to moms to do some rug hooking and into my studio. Got some tracks to record. It's a music week. I have three gigs to prepare for. Local gigs I don't have to go far for. This year I hope to get a little further out...write more, shoot more, kayak more and have more outside bondings with mother nature and camp more. With the dark troubled times of 2012 fading in the rear view mirror...I'm road tripping and heading into a year of more...Look out. But first I think I'll drag the Christmas tree down to the firs pit.

2013 Bring it on!

2012 can kiss my ass as far as I'm concerned. I made it through and it wasn't cheap. Having a kid in jail with jail being big business and all really put a damper on my cash flow. Fifty dollars a week for commissary. Money spent on New York Times and magazines and the envelopes to mail them and postage...Not to mention the lawyer and gas for the forty minute drive to Wampsville and back. Nick is home. He payed his due and is all the better for it. I honestly think jail was the best thing for him. Bill and I drove through a white out arriving shortly after midnight on December 24th and broke him out. What a Christmas...what an exhausting Christmas. The days were spent in an all out cook-a-thon! The ten year kitchen wafting with smells from Thanksgiving to Mexican to Italian. So one day at a time here with the kid home. He looks great and is positive and hopeful for the future. 2012, I hated you but you made me strong and you didn't defeat me...you beat me up pretty good but you didn't win. 2013, I look forward to you and am eager to accept what may come. And I'm so thankful for all I have.