The times, they are a changin'

You know that comfortable little bubble of certainty you used to live within? It's popped. All those rules and comforts that made life so easy and so wonderfully liveable are gone. I really shouldn't be retrospecting just yet in my life. Hell, there's not a whole lot to look back on and i'm certain that the better part of my life lies ahead of me, but i feel like a brand new baby, just born into the world. A new baby without parents and trying to make it on my own. So, ok, yeah, i've got some nice creature comforts and my job pays me fairly well. Enough to live decently with a family, but things are just changing. Let me give you some examples.

My buddy Pabloe had pulled down some old Filter the other night from iTunes and we happened to be listening to Filter in my truck on the way home from lunch. That got me to thinking about all of this music i wanted to pull back since the recent meltdown of my last harddrive and loss of 500+ songs. So i grab some old Filter and i grab some Foreigner (yes, thank you, silly Verizon commercials) and i do a search on AC/DC. Huh, no results, maybe it's the slash, so i put in Back in Black for the search criteria. So there's no AC/DC, but there is a tribute album. All of the songs are sung by female country artists and all the songs are unplugged. Huh? But no AC/DC. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse that the band's record label hasn't sold out to Apple, but there were some angry comments posted from others that were just as surprised as I over the lack of music from our favorite little band from down under.

I'm 36 and i've been in physical therapy for the deterioration of my back for well over a year. My PT asks what i think the cause of it is. I reply, well, it's probably the 23 years of soccer i played. Are you still playing, she asks? No, that was well over 11 years ago that i was on a field. PT isn't a big deal. in fact, i love the way it makes me feel. like i've got my back again. but shouldn't i be into my 50s before i start seeing specialists for my body breaking down?

We're going to a party tonight. A hoedown to be exact. Anyone else think of Ren and Stimpy when you think hoedown? So it's a sendoff to some old friends of mine from my Friday's days. Kate is a creature comforts kinda gal. Always made good money and liked to live that kind of life. Gorgeous homes and ate great foods and drank great wines. She always loved what money could buy her. This is not to say that she's shallow, because she the farthest from that, but she's just a girl who likes the finer things in life. So this party is a sendoff for she and her husband who've decided to give up all of their worldly posessions and join the Peace Corp and live in Albania for the next 5+ years.

I'm not complaining about any of this. I realize it's just a way of life, but i guess it always shocks me or catches me off guard when i've got my pants down around my ankles.