sent not squeezed

I'm just polishing up the site, listening to Pat Metheny Group "Speaking of Now", thinking about my sister getting married. There are a couple of stumps burning in the backyard this afternoon; a storm last week knocked a couple of big trees down, and as it turns out, this was the impetus for my roomates to get a dumpster, a bobcat and a chainsaw and make a strong step away from the white-trash picture our house had become. Thank God. Humorously enough, as EXCEL was restoring power to the neighborhood, a neighbor's tree decided to shed a large branch, ripping the power and phone lines as well as the box out of our house; we've got an extension cord hooked up to the Pust's garage next door.
I've never been a very considerate person (one of my largest faults) and it's only grace that I haven't burned or ignored every bridge around me. As a result, I'm trying to tie everything up as well as I can. Some of it's impossible, some of it is a lot easier than I thought, but overall it's going really well. I played my last weekend at Eagle Brook a few days ago (a huge growth-centered church) and humorously enough, got to improvise and really stretch out on the last song I played. I also just visited a great friend in Toronto and rode dozens of miles on mountain bikes all over the city, just like we used to explore Boston when we lived there together. I'm hoping that the poetic justice continues into my parting with my parents and sister and friends; Allie's wedding is great timing in that I get to see a lot of my extended family before going (and save money by not having to mail them the new record). Leaving this time feels like so much less of an escape than I imagined it would, or built it up to be; I feel much more sent out than squeezed out, initiative rather then reactionary.

Anyway, there are rough mixes on the MORNING ZEPHYR page, give them a listen.Have a great day.