Spooky sounds and the cliché phrases that follow

Last week, the polar vortex brought me an unexpected gift: a snow day (grown-up edition).

So instead of rushing to get dressed and meet my carpool, I had the morning to myself.  I decided to help out and wash the prior night’s dishes –about half the time, my wife and I decide to play chicken to see who will clean up after dinner.  Victory would have been mine too, if it weren’t for the dumb weather screwing things up for me.  After waking up at close to my normal time and showering, I began washing dishes at about 5:25 am.

Ten minutes later while I was scrubbing away, I was snapped out of my early morning lethargy by loud noises directly behind me!  It sounded like a heavy barrel falling down a flight of stairs, but our stairs are in another part of the house and we don’t really keep barrels in our house.  As rustic as my wife, Janna, wants the house to look, I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t want one in our home.  Unless there was a way to make one into a bookshelf, because she’s way into that sort of thing.

So besides being super-loud for 5:30 in the morning, the sounds were also impossibly quick.  My ears did the math, so I knew that something was about to pounce on me and knock me down.  In hindsight, I know if Janna really found my bloody remains in the kitchen, her silver lining would be that we could finally replace the faux-tile vinyl floor in that area.  She’s always thinking about home improvement.

Even though grown men aren’t supposed to be phased by this sort of thing, it was such a jarring experience that I completely freaked out and spun around in a terrified half-jump.  It was my middle kid, Sam (age 3; demonic brawler-type; weaknesses: none, except for withholding desserts).  He woke up early and was running towards the play room.

My heart raced.  Then, after I turned the light on for him, I went back to washing dishes.  And I spent the next ten minutes thinking about the sensation of what I had just experienced.  That was the only phrase that came to mind: “my heart raced.”  It sounded so corny and over-used, but it fit perfectly.

Looking back on that morning, I swear that I almost heard him creeping around right before.  Sam has a sort of deep/husky, scratchy voice for a boy his age and you can hear it in his breathing.  He’s a heavy sleeper, a heavy eater (at times), and is just generally good at throwing all of his body into whatever he does.  I don’t think I’ll ever forget that sound, it was like two small ham shanks slapping and bounding their way across the wood floor.  He saw me there.  He had to know it was going to scare me..



Hello World!

It seems like a fitting way to open my blog with that line.  Back in high school, that was the first thing we were taught in programming class.  After Day One of computer programming, I could press the F5 key and QBasic would dazzle my eyes with something like this:


Awesome, right?

I feel similarly right now as look at this blank screen and think about how to share who I am and what my goals are for this blog.  Just to keep things simple and quicker for this first post, I am going to copy/paste and answer the Day One questions from the Zero to Hero blog prompt-challenge thing.

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  • Why are you blogging, rather than keeping a personal journal?

I am not, and have never been, the kind of person to keep a journal.  Don’t get me wrong: I enjoy the act of writing, but I just haven’t ever done it for its own sake.  I’d write a term paper or research project for school, but to write regularly for myself?  Nah.

Once, when I was about 12 years old, my grandma gave me a small, spiral bound notebook.  More of a stenographer’s pad really.  She told me that if I wrote down every transaction I made for a month (Action Figure…………$4.99, for example), that she would give me something special.  I think she wanted to teach me something about managing money…every twelve year old’s dream.  I did it for about two days and then tossed it aside.  That’s definitely not the kind of content I plan to include in this blog (my broken finances as an adult), but I think that lets you know how serious I am about commitment when it comes to documenting anything regularly.

  • What topics do you think you’ll write about?

I plan to write about my hobbies, specifically learning to sing in the barbershop quartet style.  Yes, people still do it – I promise!  I also love to play computer games (all the time) and doodle (from time to time).  Additionally, I’m a father of three monstrous children, so I’m certain I’ll write about them occasionally but that is not my intended focus for this blog.

  • Who would you love to connect with via your blog?

Ideally, I’d love to meet four kinds of folks:

  1. People who actively record themselves at home, vocal or music.
  2. Anyone who likes to listen to music.
  3. People who want to kick back and play computer games on Steam.
  4. People that push themselves to be creative regularly (blog, music, art, anything!)
  • If you blog successfully throughout 2014, what would you hope to have accomplished?

After blogging this year, I hope that I will have developed as a singer and at learning recording techniques.  I would also be thrilled to have met new people online and learned about blogging in general.  *Bonus stretch-goal*  If someone learns anything about the quickly vanishing art of barbershop quartet singing, that  would be amazing.

Whew, first post complete.  Thanks for reading!