Sorry, it's been too long

Please forgive me for not posting anything in a long, long while.  I’m sure both of my readers are quite disappointed.  Things are happening right now, big things.  

Around Christmas, with babies on the brain, I put in for a transfer to Muskogee, OK for my job.  The idea is to get closer to the family and allow the baby (later to be declared a boy) to be closer to his grandparents.  Well, the transfer was approved and the Mrs and I have been making trips to the sooner state in search of a new edifice.  

We’ve found one so much of my free time has been spent trying to purchase the damned thing.  I’ve learned a ton and have somewhat enjoyed the process, somewhat.  But needless to say, my spare time has been limited.  Between communicating with my loan officer, realtor, and potential insurance agent, my spare-time includes boxing books for the move to Oklahoma and whittling my way through Seasons 1 and 2 of 30 Rock.

Carmen’s at 24 weeks, which apparently means that the baby is able to process more of the extra-uterus wall.  I’ve been trying to read to her stomach; but I find that the appropriate reading material may be difficult to find.  I’ve been reading The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.  I do like Mark Twain but I find myself caught in this weird place between trying to use different voices for Tom and Becky Thatcher - and not sounding ridiculous.  The thing is, I, as an actor/reader, can’t fully commit to the characters because the voice and tone of the story is so mixed with southern colloquialisms and really refined speech.  My entire life, I’ve heard plenty of people referred to as geniuses; but when I actually experience their work, I remain unimpressed.  The impressive thing about Twain is that I can actually see it.  There is something he does with his phrasing and structure that is mind-blowing.  It’s intimidating to see that kind of simple genius. 

The intimidating part is that, as a person who always fancied himself as an elitist, it’s far too humbling to see real genius.  Twain repeatedly calls me out as a phony, yet the masochistic, self-loathing side of me wants to come back for more.  

As long as I can fool my kid for the first few years, I think I’ll be okay.