Forced Solitude and Bigger Things

Came back to the outfit totally refreshed after a day of golf and writing. Amazing what being a deserter for one day does for a man. Yes.

I won't lie, part of what is restful to my mind is the solitude. It may turn out to be the case that I am not much of a writer, but the forced solitude to consider my own thoughts and try to make some sense of them is peaceful. I am free from judging the noisy opinions all around us so I can consider the many defects of my own.

Helped Alex work on his science notes. Bone structure, bone cells...important stuff like that. We had a few bad moments because he doesn't always like to take suggestions - but he likes to ask for help. I hollered at him when he rejected suggestions he asked for.

We worked it out...

...or maybe he will have to work it all out in therapy one day.

Watched the PBS presentation of Fr. Robert Barron's Catholicism on On Demand. Fantastic. Fr. B is not afraid of the weirdness and radicalism of Christ. My reaction, as always, surprise and love for Christ.

By the way, anyone interested in following more edits from my old journals and mock me through space and time can go to the address below

http://ajustedmusic.blogspot.com/

It includes the stuff published on this blog in 2009 and keeps going from there.

The full title is This is Not a Memoir; This is Where the Bridge Falls Into the River.

Feel free to criticize, sue, call me a lying bitch...whatever needs to be done.