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No straight lines make up my life…

All my roads have bends
There’s no clear-cut beginnings;
And so far no dead-ends.

Thats what the great poet, songwriter and humanitarian, Harry Chapin tells us.

I could say that I’ve moved back to my old neighborhood as if it was a great change, but the truth is I could have hit my old neighborhood with a rock from where I lived last month. Not only have I moved back to my old neighborhood, or my old block but I moved into the very same house I was born and raised in.

My family’s home is a two family house, with an apartment upstairs. I’m moving up there, my own place, a place for me to hopefully jump start my stalled life.

Long story short – and not one I care to rehash anyway – the apartment was not ready to be lived in as planned. Quite a lot of work needed to be done and in the meantime I crashed downstairs on my parent’s living room couch. I’ve been working up there as much as I could and more, teaching myself skills I doubted I could ever do.

I was thrown down another well, but this one I’ve been clawing out of. The whole experience has left me with a renewed sense of optimism, maybe this isn’t the only well I can get out of.

I’ve been using my hands for so much lately that they haven’t had much time to be around my camera, but when they have been, it’s been seeing what’s around me, my tools, the miles and miles of electrical tape I feel like I’ve used, the screws I spilled on the floor and my youngest son who kept popping in to see what all the excitement was about.

I know the pause in my blogging has violated my New Years resolution, but I do have work to do. I’m painting today.

Electrical Tape

Jack

New Outlets

Screws On The Floor

Paints

I haven’t done all the work myself – there have been a few hands in the mix, and I’ve got to thank them. Mike, who thankfully (for me, bad timing for him) came back into my life just in the nick of time. Dennis, my partner in crime. Moose who can do anything, and pretty much has. Chuck who helped me move into storage, and will help me move out – even though he doesn’t know it yet. Jenn who among everything else helped my frazzled mother pick out the colors, and Steve who re-did all my molding. The Mailman for 24hr phone support. I can’t tell you how happy I was when he called last night and the first thing he said was “Looking good man!!”

And Mom and Dad for being the best Mom and Dad ever put on this earth. I don’t know how I could ever begin to repay them, but when I win the lotto, they’re going back to Europe.

Finally, Renee Brussaard and my brother, my best friend, and my rock, Jack for kicking me in the ass and telling me that there’s nothing I couldn’t do. I can never thank them enough for inspiring me.

Be back when the paints drying.

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