Seth’s World View

I’ve been sitting on the deck of my house. I’ll be sitting when the evening comes…

Actually, it is evening, about 10pm. Molly just passed through the doggie door onto the deck. I’m sitting on a metal mesh chair, typing on my laptop, which sits on a metal mesh table. Caedmon’s Call plays on my headphones. A red Lexan water bottle sits to my left. I’m wearing a fleece, on this warm, but still cool, Colorado evening. I’m working on a website project for a company in Arizona. And if I must work at 10pm, it might as well be on a deck, outside, in Colorado. I like my house. Evenings like this, I really like it. It’s my home of the last few years, in the city I’ve spent most of the last 8 years in. I don’t know what lies beyond. Now is enough to handle, and there are days, even some this week, where I wasn’t handling it. And there are times when I don’t have the energy to love beyond myself. And there are moments I lament…just lament. Life is good, but there is always more to be, more to do. I like doing, and appreciate being, though they sometimes are in conflict with one another. I wonder whether I should remove my headphones, and listen to the distant train, the fan in the window, and other sounds I often choose not to hear. But the headphones remain, and the banjo plays. Chris plays a banjo. I play a guitar, sometimes. I should play now, but I’m blogging, and will then get back to work, plus I need to replace the strings. Strings are important. I don’t know why, they just are. I suppose I could play the guitar without strings, like a drum. Chris plays drums. I used to, in high school, which was long ago. It was before college, which also was long ago. And I’m here, unsure of what I’ll do tomorrow, and whether I’ll be up to the challenge. But at least I have this moment on the deck with my laptop as I post on my blog. And the fresh air.