86 and Counting

Yesterday I visited my grandfather who is going to be 86 in two days. I cannot imagine what it is like being on earth that long. He is a very quiet man. He sticks to a routine. He has drank regular coffee and ate eggs and bacon his whole life and he is healthier than most people my age. He does have a weak heart. About twenty years ago he had a quadruple bypass surgery after suffering a heartattack. His health was strong until last November when he suffered another heartattack. It has slowed him down a bit, but not to much. He mowed his own yard up till last summer. This year will be the first time I can ever remember him having someone mow the yard for him. In 1942 he sailed around the Pacific after joining the Navy. Luckily his ship never went to any of the great sea battles that took place in WWII. He had orders to go once, however after going through the Panama Canal the ship turned back. He has lived the last 4 years without my grandmother who past away in May 2002. He does have a great fan club who comes and visits him on a regular basis. So Happy Birthday 86th to Mr T.R. Hedrick, my grandfather, and friend.

Quickie

Happy Saint Patty's Day. If your not green your obscene. Beth and I did our taxes. Hooray. We don't have to owe. Thank God for the EIC. It saved our butts. This year me working for my self helped out a great deal with itemizing. I was able to recoup some of my expenses for the year. God is so good. Whenever I feel stressed I just pray it out and He takes care of the rest. Prayer is a good therapy. It keeps me going.

God is so Good

Six years ago if you told me I would be giving guitar lessons I would have laughed at you. The reason I would have laughed was because I just never gave it a second thought. However with the interesting change of events that have taken place over the last year I was forced to try some different things. So lets think about this for a moment. One, I know how to play the guitar very well. Two, I have the extra time to kill. Three, I definitely could use the money. Bada boom, bada bang, and presto Brass Door Productions is in business. Hot damn. I am very excited this morning because I just received a phone call last night for a possible third student. Heck yeah. I got a referral from one of Beth's friends whose son I am teaching.

To understand the occasional agony I put myself threw, I'll tell you about my sleepless night last night. I woke around 4am with my mind racing with thoughts of indecision about my job situation and bills, life, family, and all that kind of stuff. I spent about two hours talking myself through(not literally talking to myself) convincing myself I would be okay and that I have a great deal of purpose in my life. I have been up and down in my emotions pounding my head against the payment looking for a clear direction I should be headed in. I think about how in the hell will I pay for Christians college, what age I want to retire by, how can Beth and I ever afford to buy a house, and were will be in 5 years from now. That is a lot to think about in a two to three hour period. I started feeling better and got up around 9pm. I looked out the window and new things would be okay. I am desperately praying for patience and peace. I think you could say I have anxiety of what tomorrow will bring. I have had an overwhelming support for everyone. Its hard to admit your barely making it to your friends and family. Its even heavier when you blame yourself for the happenings of your life. I sure as hell can't blame anyone else. I mean I could, but that doesn't solve the problem. I thought of a sermon I watched Joyce Meyers preach on TV a while back. She plainly said if your in a financial crunch, a bad situation, or whatever, dig your way out of it. She simply said, "Do something about it". So that is exactly what I am doing.

The name and idea of Brass Door Productions came from a name my father in law came up with in a blog he wrote about if he had won the lottery. I took the name from an idea of a restaurant he had fictiously made up that I would own if he had won the lottery and was able to get me going. The restaurant was The Brass Door. So thanks Red. The name is awesome. Even though its not a restaurant I hope the Brass Door will be a place were kids and adults can come to learn how to play the guitar and all kinds of stuff dealing with being a musician or in a band. That is my heart. And honestly I have not shared that with anyone. So that was a paragraph full of heavy thoughts.

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