I’m tired

I really am.

Though, I’m glad the moving is over with. Yes, I’m finally settled in my shiny new place. And getting some rest.

But, what a crazy week and a half it has been! You see, About 13 years ago or so, I went cliff diving in Hawaii and damaged my back after a 50 foot jump. Never did it again, but I never recovered from it either. Now, the pain seemed to have accelerated after I did a lot of moving by myself every single night, last week. I was too anxious to wait for the weekend. Besides, I didn’t want to scare the neighbors with the sight of seven guitars, three amps, a drum set and a whole bunch of other musical gear marching into their little Pleasantville, in broad daylight! So, I had to sneak them all in late at night, when everyone’s in bed and feeling safe. He he! We’ll see how much longer till they find out about the new kid on the block.

But I think I’ll be nice and keep the volume down. Especially, right now. Like I said, I’m just tired and simply want to get some rest, at the moment. So, I’ll do that. And hopefully, my back will forgive me, as well.

See you back here soon.

3 thoughts on “I’m tired

  1. Enjoy your new home. You never know, the Pleasantville neighbours might be keen on a good shake up. Hope your back feels better soon!

    As I mentioned in my post after this one, I’m afraid I was the one who got shaken up! Imagine that! 🙂

  2. Congrats on the move. Hope the newness gives your life a newness, too. Miss seeing you ’round.

    Thanks, Lorraine. I miss me being around too! Last month was just overwhelming. 🙂

  3. This post made me lol. I guess I could picture you hauling all you musical stuff, enough for an entire band, into your new place. Not waking the neighbors to discover who you are or could be in their Pleasantville “yikes”!

    Love it, great stuff. Keep truckin’. Also why do men try such dangerous stunts like jumping off a 50 foot cliff without even thinking about the consequences? I will never understand that about males.

    Consequences? The only consequence I could think of at the time is humiliating myself by refusing to jump in front of dive-happy women who invited me to do it with them in the first place.

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