Finishing The Unfinished

      It still surprises me after all this time, including the week I have to think about it ahead of time, that I often sit here wondering where to start. So much of it seems random at times. When I do get into the flow of it, and my fingers are flying, I often feel that I forgot to get to what I meant to. Which is a weird feeling for me, because after all, all I really mean to do is get words out. My attempt to get better at it sometimes leads me to the feeling that perhaps more detail is necessary. Other times, I, for whatever reason, feel like there were parts of old posts that I never followed up on, and wonder if it’s worth it to bring up old posts to, sort of, “finish” them. I guess that goes hand in hand with “more detail.” For example: as I’m sure you know, this weekend is Mother’s Day. My wife and I are taking our moms, along with my father and sister, to brunch. Which reminds me of the last time we got together for brunch. That so happened to be Easter. For whatever reason, I recalled telling you that I wasn’t sure how Easter brunch would go. Now, I’m like: “Fudge, I never finished that story.” Which leads me to wondering now: “Does it even matter?” And, at 2/3 the way through this paragraph, I have to say: “Yes, it does to me.” Easter brunch was good. We got up early, took care of business, and then had time to go on about the rest of our day. And one of the questions I had was: “Would my mother-in-law eat more than she does when we have holiday dinner?” The answer is: “Yes.” She seemed to enjoy what she had, and I was pleasantly surprised, it was the best breakfast casserole I ever had. Now I can consider that file “closed.” This Sunday’s brunch is at 1:45, a much more reasonable time, to me.

     I also recall telling you about my bandmate Kevin whose son went to Ukraine. I just got the news from him on Tuesday. Let me go back: We had to cancel a gig because Kevin was going to see his son. He was supposed to be gone for 10 days, and we had to cancel a gig because he would be gone. I didn’t hear anything the whole time he was “gone.” I sometimes assume that the other 3 bandmates have a thread I’m not included in. We’ll get to that at a different time. I kept wanting updates, I’m sure my friend was worried, but I didn’t want to bother him. Plus, I wasn’t sure about phone coverage. So, last Tuesday, not 2 days ago, our singer texts: “We jamming tonight?” I thought we weren’t because I thought Kevin was gone. They said he’s back, and can practice. But I had already made other plans, and was a little perturbed by the lack of contact, so I passed. Some people knew he was back, but not me!? Come to find out, he was back in 5 days. His son either couldn’t, or didn’t want to, see him. I know Kevin was a mess. But it was also kind of difficult getting him to admit what he thought was going to happen. That’s a long way to go with no plan! I feel bad for him, I know he’s worried about his son, who wouldn’t be? And I know we had to cancel the gig because he thought he’d be gone, but at the same time, you don’t let a fellow know? Strangely, when I got to practice this past Tuesday, I was somewhat comforted by the fact that the drummer didn’t know much either. He said Kevin was being tight-lipped about it, and no one really knew anything. I couldn’t help myself, I had to know. So, before practice started, I asked about his trip. He seemed glad I asked.

     There, now I can consider that file “closed.” Although, I’m sure there’ll be more to come, there’s always something going on with that guy. And now I sit here blank again. I’m happy to have practice again tonight. Our drummer still can’t make it, so it’ll be JoZ again. Which I don’t mind. I just spend so much time working on the new stuff, that it’s a bit disheartening when he “can’t.” Plus, I often get suspicious, which I’m working on, but still. He recently found out that he has 2 half-sisters that he never knew about. He told us on Monday that he couldn’t practice today because he was finally going to get to meet them. This makes 3 weeks in a row that he has plans on practice night, but whatever, things happen, I had to take 2 weeks off, I get it. But seriously, I do try to not plan things on Thursday, because I already have plans for Thursday! Oh well, I’m glad he gets to meet them. I can’t even imagine what it would be like to find out I had siblings. I’m not sure I’d care to see them. I barely talk to the sister I’ve known her whole life, and she only lives 5 miles from me. But that’s just me. If they wanted to meet me, I’d meet them, but I’d probably be more curious about my dad’s story than meeting them. He was in the Navy after all. My drummer’s father has passed, so he won’t be getting any new information from him. I’m not sure how much that has to do with the excitement of finding new siblings. Apparently, it was some kind of genealogical thing that led them towards each other. I’m glad they found each other, and I’m glad they’re happy. I’m not sure why it had to be a Thursday. That seems like an odd day to “go out.” Then, when I’m looking on social media, they have pictures of them with each other. They’ve already gotten together!? Maybe it’s a days long thing, I don’t know.