Where’s Larry?
I hate it when people start a blog and then drop off the face of the earth. And now here I am doing just that. Not that any of these are necessarily reason enough to deprive you of my breathless prose, but here’s what’s cooking in Larry-land that’s keeping me from posting much lately:
- Heavy-duty volunteering for the past couple of weeks for the Seeds of Compassion event, 4 to 10 hours a day, on top of a fairly busy massage schedule
- Rehearsals for a gig with Sahlee (not Dahlee, as the typo on their schedule states) at the Green Festival Saturday at 6:30
- A bunch of new massage patients and clients
- Listening to some fun music (HonkFest West, Orkestar Zirkonium, Golem, Soyaya)
- Watching the debut of Johnny Jetpack’s latest creation at the Moisture Festival, as well as some great comedy and aerial acts
- First Thursday Art Walk and other gallery prowling
- Getting ready for my next couples massage class, April 20
There’s that old saw about how “the unexamined life is not worth living” and its converse, “the unlived life is not worth examining.” Anyhow, think about that and put the word blogging somewhere in there. . .