Central Time Livin'

My emotions are mixed as the last days of my time in here in The Great Midwest near. It's been real. It's been flat. It's been real flat.

The towns we've visited have reminded me of home in an indirect kind of way; that small-town hosptitality, forever questionable in its sincerity...just with a different accent. Well let's be real, a different language.

We're currently finishing up in Milbank, a town that has hosted MCT for almost thirty years. Jim Caron has been here, as has Michael McGill... a little daunting to a "new veteran" like lil' 'ol me. We have two Friday shows, which is usually a sugary sweet treat. Friday shows=Free Saturdays=Exploring Day for Jes. This week I feel like maybe we're just not ready. Maybe it's because we had such a nearly flawless week last week, but I hate feeling like I've sold the kids short, or worse, rushed them. I remember that about being a kid, I hated being rushed when I was having fun. These kids are also pretty competitive with each other, which I don't remember about being under twelve. Jealousy's a disease for silly old people in bad relationships, not kids.

In the end, it all falls together.

So I've been in the Real World for almost six months now, and I feel like I've not been working really, but dillydallying. Like, there's a huge project or dissertation due at the end of all this, and I haven't started.



I CAN'T WAIT FOR SPRING TOUR.

Sometimes I feel like I need pretty scenery to breathe. That's dramatic.

Sometimes I feel like I need pretty scenery to be happy.






On average, how many times do we fart a day? 14.