Our friends Billy and Sarah of Bean Creek called us a few weeks ago saying they needed someone to fill in at their regular bi-monthly gig at Phil’s Fish Market while they went back east to visit relatives. Abbott Family Band to the rescue! We’ve played Phil’s once or twice before as a family, and I’ve played there many times as a substitute banjo/fiddle/mandolin/guitar player. It’s a nice gig, and the food’s really good, which satisfies Kyle’s criteria.
So yesterday, we loaded up all the sound equipment we were borrowing along with our instruments. It barely fit in our Mazda MPV! The speakers, especially, were huge. That, and… Continue reading ‘A Phil’s Phiasco’
While sitting in the tub, (with water in it) I had a tub inspired thought (in the tub, the mind simmers as well as the water). We all know that hubby=husband. Well, what’s the wife equivilent? Wubby?
Soaking in my think tank (I.e, hot bath) today I wondered about what I’d rather be doing these days than what I’m actually doing… and why aren’t I? First, what would I rather be doing? Well, spending more time gardening, cooking, and playing music came to mind immediately. Instead, I… Continue reading ‘What Would I Rather Be Doing?’
In early July, our whole family was treated to a visit by the wonderful O’Brien family. We first connected after we were on Trading Spouses. They too were on the show (a different episode). They emailed us and we stayed in contact. This was our first time meeting. We connected so well. It is so … Continue reading ‘Poker Night with the O’Briens’
Last year, Luke took an improv course at cabrillo college to, you know, meet babes. Anyway, he enjoyed that and so did his fellow students. So much so, that during the summer, they held improv “training” at our house. It was a little odd hearing all the loud screams, elephant imitations, and thumps emanating from downstairs. The neighbors didn’t … Continue reading ‘The Scene of the Rubber Ducky’
That sounds a little silly on the face of it; let’s see. First, I notice that when thinking ceases, I see things I’ve not seen previously. Thinking requires memory. The advantages of a child’s point of view may stem, in part, from their inexperience, i.e. less stuff to remember. Without some intentional mindfulness, I forget to remember to forget memory. It is fascinating how magical consciousness can be without preconceptions. It is fascinating how easy it is to access this moment to moment wonder.
It is fascinating how easy it is to forget to remember to forget to remember to forget to remember… now this is getting silly.
Last week (oops, actually two months ago, as it took a while to get this posted) I sang bass in a performance of Franz Schubert’s Mass in G at First Congregational Church:
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These are a tenacious bunch of snap dragon type flowers clinging to the cliffs at the beach. It is a pleasant sight to look up from yoga and see their smiley faces.
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