77 degrees, clear sky, and soft green grass that feels good under your toes.
where's a porch swing and a glass of strawberry lemonade when you need it...
last summer got me interested in country music again.
this summer, especially that last night sitting around on the patio of my favorite people's house while some of them kicked back a few beers, the rain showers passed and the old stereo was set to fast paced country...
i think this past week with me going around dressed right down to the polished silver belt buckle talking in a 'country' accent for my part in vacation Bible school got to my head.
okay, it started before then.
ah, camp...
not that i came here to ramble about how i'm finally breaking back into the music i cut my teeth on in the first place (and quite frankly there are a lot of good musicians in country... more musical than a lot of popular styles...)
but in all reality.
i like small town.
i like wide open spaces.
where in the world will music or graphic design take me...
i could live in kansas my whole life and i couldn't think of a better place.
as much as i'd like whatever kids i may have if i ever get married to go to hockey practice at some ice complex or play in a youth orchestra from the age of 6, i'd much rather send them out back to explore the woods, pull them around a sharp turn in a wagon so they fall out, maintain a fort like my friends and i used to, have them practice roping a plastic steerhead stuck on the end of a bale of hay or even better let them learn to saddle up a horse and watch them struggle to get a youth sized saddle on a mere 14 hh horse.
in Germany the small town feel was there, little villages that welcomed you and gasthauses that loved you the minute you laughed with the owner about something.
but small-town country dreams are just that, a dream.
yes i'm in small town now, but i will never be able to walk out and buy a 3,000 sq. foot house with a small stable and a hundred or so acres.
and town...
you don't buy into small town, money doens't buy one of my favorite old men antagonizing me and shaking his oxygen tank at me (haha!) it doesn't buy meeting the youngest survivor of the U.S.S. Arizona and listening to him tell his stories and showing you his room jam-packed with WWII memorabilia, it doesn't buy the mayor knowing who you are and commenting on your work in the local school and community theater scene while you're discussing possibly building a website for said town...
i hope i can find small town...
then again, in all reality you can bring small-town with you if the people are right.
if you're right.
whenever i go someplace and see the old farmers sitting around at 8am for breakfast at a little cafe...
i smile, and i feel sad...
because will that generation always be here?
or has the tip your hat generation given way to the getting married ten times and go to the lake and be stupid drunks and ask to play volleyball with teenage girls and comment on one of their bikinis generation?
not that my friends and i have experience the latter option in the past month or so...
okay, so it was a month and a half ago.
why did she say yes, most awkward volleyball game ever...
i suppose i'm saying that i'm daydreaming about goals that can't be grasped as i haven't the money and times are changing...
i never reach what i dream, but then again few people do...
even though i dream simple...
but one say i will at least be able to lay in the grass and gaze at the stars...
ha, even if i don't find a life that includes a reason to put on jeans and boots...
Lord, i'd be content if i lived on my own somewhere in the middle of nowhere.
i'm quite certain that's not your plan for me, but i know whatever i dream You dream better.
...this post made no sense.
...but it does.
...but it doesn't.
it doesn't make the sense i see in it.
...and that makes perfect sense to me.
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