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| So I worked at a music slash movie slash game store for about a year and never bought the same thing twice...then I get to Denver buy Stevie Wonder's Songs in the Key of Life to find out I had another copy in my collection...Can a person really have too much Stevie Wonder you ask? Well, if I could play both records at the exact same time I might need both but I am not sure that would happen and would probably interupt the space time continum in some way. Like the time I watched back to the future while rewinding in slow motion. I would try it again but I would be afraid that you the reader would not exist anymore. You can thank me later... | | |
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Current mood:  blessed I am beginning to discover how universal the effect of music can have on someone. The reason I bring this up is because the most peculiar thing happened today while I was working. If you didn't know already I work at a boys treatment center, and the day sucked. One of those days where if everyone is still alive and not in the hospital you are feeling pretty good about yourself...and mostly happy that you weren't the one doing the strangling. Finally the house got to a point where they could clean their rooms, no small feat if I do say so myself, and it happened. It started out small, kinda like when the grinches heart was three times too small, yeah, that kind of small. Then when "My Girl" by the Temptations it...well, it is hard to describe. What I mean is that it is hard to describe a feeling of a group of people. I almost want to coin a new word but I am not even sure that would do the feeling justice. I guess what I am trying to say is that when the Temptations start singing My Girl you have to start dancing and sing the echo of My Girl and you can't help but be happy. It's like having a frosty and fries and frowning, it just doesn't happen, it is not possible. I just can't think of anything that can create such a feeling...honestly it only lasting like three minutes and then everything fell apart again and to "Lean on Me" no less. Sigh... | | |
| Ever since I have moved to Colorado I have been trying very hard to put down on paper what my experiences and what kind of thoughts I have been having. Well, it is hard. I know what I am thinking and feeling and I know how to put words together but making them connect is another story. But here is another attempt, I will be calling this piece, "Christmas on Colfax." (I know you must be thinking, not another remake of the night before Christmas, it's cliche and overdone. I thought about it and decided for the sake of anyone who wanted to actually finish reading this blog I would refrain from doing so.) Moving on, moving...to a city is very exciting but is a lonely experience. It goes from several groups of friends to a friend. Going from knowing the entire town to getting lost going to work...more than once. These were the thoughts going through my head as I stepped out unto Colfax for some Christmas eve coffee. I had brought my coat but realized I didn't need it. It was 60 degrees, or at least warm enough that I didn't have to scrape any ice off my car guess where the snow ended and the curb began. I was thinking, at least Colorado could do for me is give me a white Christmas. Than I had to walk by at least six people who know better to ask me for change, but probably still needed it. If I were going to be homeless, I would move to a beach, that way I could be a beach bum instead of homeless, oh yeah i wouldn't be cold all the time. Then it hit me, if I was drunk and homeless I would probably want a warm Christmas, not a white Christmas with cold wetness everywhere. I appreciate when the Holy Spirit offers perspective on relatively mundane things, things don't seem so mundane. The coffee shop near the apartment was about to close so I ended up at a diner that is always open for some coffee and whatever sounded good. I was tempted to go to the McDonalds but I am pretty sure there is a rule about going to McDonalds on Christmas eve. Also I would have been asked if I had any nickels from the semi crowd around the bus stop in front of the McDonalds. There was actually a lot of people out on Colfax today. Most of them were disheveled and drunk. It's easy to get drunk on Colfax. There is a bar that I swear to God, that has people drinking at 9 in the morning. It's amazing. Maybe amazing isn't the right word but 9 in the morning. Again some perspective was given to me, it was amazing how the brokenness of these people was so highlighted during this time of the year especially today and Christmas. I wondered if they had any hope, the kind of hope where you want to get up in the morning. I couldn't say, all that I know is that really want them too. Then I get to spend then the night working because some the guys can't get home this Christmas. Well, this is less coherent then I intended but I tried. Peace, Merry Christmas | | |
| Well, I finally made it to Colorado, Denver to be more specific for those of us new to my adventure. It has been a whirlwind of a time here so far so I hope I can catch you guys up. I currently work for a organization called, Lost and Found Inc. which has several ministries including a residential treatment center where I currently babysit 16 teenage boys...I mean develop troubled youth to become productive members for society and if at all possible for Jesus. Abby if you have a chance to read this I am pretty sure you understand. The milieu is tucked away in the mountains and Eric agrees that it is a pretty place to work. I am surrounded by giant pine trees that look especially cool dusted with snow. I feel like I am surrounded by cheesy postcard pictures all the time, but it is way cooler to be there. The road leading to work is nice and curvy which makes for a fun drive...in my new car...well new to me at least. I am enjoying driving a stick shift in a 99 Honda Civic. The Breeze that I was driving worked it's little heart to get me to Denver...anyone looking for some car parts by the way? And I am living with Teetz, which is nice because living with him is kinda like having a maid that enjoys cleaning. I am afraid I keep him up too late with video games and movies...your only 23 once right? Well, I have to wake up a few clients for a writing assignment in five minutes...oh I have been working since 1 pm yesterday...the live of a residential therapeutic counselor. Peace... | | |
| I really don't think that I am moving on, I am just trying something a little different. I am sure that I will probably end up in Topeka or KC at some point in my life. I will miss all of those I have gotten to know over the past year and will miss many of them dearly. CD Tradepost and Outback has been my identity for the past year and will always a bit of me...and the very least I have a few stories to tell. Some I am proud of and some...and others well you know how that goes. I am sleepy but thought I should give my self some peace before I got to sleep by giving a shout out to those I love, have loved, friends, acquatainces and those I let go and thouse I let get away...and maybe I will know someday which was which...those I let go and those I let get away. Oh heaven help me... tyler | | |
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