Air Guitar Dude

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Every community has its unique individuals.  One of ours is a rock star.

He wanders the streets of Federal Heights, playing air guitar to a capacity crowd that only he can see, making music that only he can hear.  He serenades Federal Boulevard in ragged Levis, concert T-shirt, and jean jacket vest, tapping out a rhythm with his foot, his long brown hair stirring in the wind created by the passing cars.  His wallet chain glints in the sunlight as he points to the crowd, his fretting hand still blazing, hammering out his never-ending solo.

Rock on, Air Guitar Dude.

Walking the Walk

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I’m not a landscaper.  The last time I did any significant landscaping was when I worked on the grounds crew at my high school for a summer, nearly thirty years ago.

Nonetheless, my family and I have been working on transforming the small front yard of our home.  It’s going slowly, but I can say this much: we have a small pavestone sidewalk in place.  It still needs a little leveling before I lift the stones temporarily to put anti-weed fabric down, but it’s usable now.

I get a silly joy out of walking the length of that little sidewalk.

Bankrupt

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Months — years — of creditor phone calls are finally over, as of tonight.  Armed with a case number, I no longer have to fear picking up the phone when I don’t recognize the number.  The looming bugbear of garnishment has been defeated (in theory), and with responsible money management, maybe we can begin to make progress, instead of just making up lost ground.  I see a light in the distance that just might be hope.  Everyone tells me I’m doing the right thing, that things will turn around quickly.

So when do I start feeling relieved, rather than guilty?

If It Makes You Think, It’s Art … Right?

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I see a child’s self-portrait, with depictions of twelve year old boy thoughts in the background.  There’s the obligatory Star Wars character, complete with lightsaber. But lurking in the frame are darker images: a guillotine, and an assassination, the bullet’s path passing through the target’s head — and the boy’s, as well.

Initially, I am shocked, disturbed.  Thoughts of Columbine and Virginia Tech leap to mind.

Then I think back thirty years to my TRS-80 computer, and my animation of a guillotine in action, part of an assignment for A Tale of Two Cities.

Is my concern groundless, or valid?

Self-Sabotage

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I missed an important writing deadline yesterday.  It didn’t involve money, but it did involve commitment, and I blew it.  I’ve also had trouble making paying deadlines in recent months.  (Even before I started spending too much time on Facebook!)

It’s about self-sabotage.  I have the talent, and I’ve published plenty of articles before.  It’s not writer’s block, because if people ask me about the article topics, I can spout all kinds of information based on the research I’ve done.  But I sabotage the process of writing anyway.

I need to learn how to give myself permission to succeed again.