I haven't vanished yet.

I realize it's been a day or two and didn't want people to think I vanished again.

Tonight I went through the purple folder, which has got all my scattered notes and stuff that I take from other notebooks, scratchbooks, print outs, written on envelopes, and cocktail napkins that have my unfinished projects.

Based on me, I have a lot of unfinished projects. Some of them will be burned and hopefully never see the light of day. Others, might grace the public (if grace is the word for it.)

Considering I have about 400 pages of random notes my little hour a night of working on these things might take a while to organize. Nothing I could find that was short and useful here, and I am getting tired. So I think I will turn in.

Purple folder back to file. Time for bed.

Janus in the bronze age

I remember when I started texting about 10 years after everyone else. My father in law to be would send me texts and if I wanted to communicate back I had to learn how. I still text very slowly and prefer a voicemail usually. My wife has a blackberry and can type tweets, texts, and updates like a rocket. I am hitting the 4 key repeatedly trying to get the letter I want, people get the text in about 2 days if I am lucky.

The sad point of this is I realize I am becoming more obsolete. Example is that now that blogs are becoming extinct I am back and blogging again. Facebook frightens me still, it's got weird stuff on it like real pictures. Twitter is even more frightening, I don't have any exciting updates or thoughts that I want to take the time to type out. "Janus is having coffee and wondering why he is on the computer" is not that exciting.

It's easier to be anonymous here, probably no one out there but me reads this anymore but still comfortably anonymous.

So I am taking a stand and staying here, at least until Blogger kicks me out.
Take that progress! I shake my fist at thee!

Feeling more at home

Well I always find I have at least one more item of furniture to move...but today after being in the apartment for over a month we were able to get the big furniture here.

We got our basics moved in a while back and it was in a lot of boxes. I felt like I lived in a storage shed because of all the boxes we had and no shelves or places to put it.

"Janus have you seen..."add household item here," and it would be time to search the boxes to find the item we need.

With 4 guys and a few trucks things can work. Dressers, Bookshelves, and the china cabinet. (Took all 4 of us to get that sucker upstairs.) Now instead of having a bunch of cardboard boxes next to my bed I have two bookshelves, a dresser, and a nice lamp. The room felt really peaceful and different. Maybe the surroundings does affect my moods afterall. So much for the "I'm a guy, who cares about the boxes" idea.

So now that the apartment looks like an apartment and I have a dining room table I am beginning to finally feel more at home. Oh, and I don't have to find socks in a garbage bag full of clothes either.

Closed for repairs

Well, its an announcement anyway.

Trying to kick start my writing again, more to follow I hope

Fun I had forgotten

As I mentioned before I hate snow.

I posted something a few years back about snow, in which I went out of my to explain how much I hate it.

Today I played in the snow.

I had a great time.

My son and I dressed up in warm clothes and walked to the local sledding field. A few kids were still sledding there with parents. Most parents kind of just mutter and watch the kids. I would be the one that would mutter I would have thought.

I watch J-2 get on the sled that Bella got for him at the store and tear down the hills over and over. Another boy watching him go down the hill in the sled asks if he can try out his sled.

J-2 just says "Go right ahead!"

The other kid lends his sled to him too, and they trade back and forth for a bit. I love how my son will share and just make friends with another kid so quickly.

J-2 has never really been sledding before, in fact before he came to live with Bella and myself he has never seen more than an inch or two of snow at a time and it is always gone the next day. The weather I would normally dream of.

He is so excited and happy when he can play in the snow and when Bella and I can join him. I watch him sled, and show him how to push himself faster.

He says "Do you want to give it a whirl?" Which is something I say to him normally.

We take turns a bit going down in the sled, Sometimes he slides down next to me like an otter on his snow clothes holding on to the sled while I go down and we scream as the sled speeds up.

On the way back to the house we stop and pick up some big icicles from the side of the building. These are new for him too, and he looks at them like a small miracle. He cautiously licks one and smiles and shrugs his shoulders.

I missed so much with him growing up. I missed first words, first steps, and first day of school. I was so happy to be a part of a first with him. Snow is still cold and I hate driving in it, but I can't hate something that he loves so much. I will have to hate it again when he is older.

I had a great day playing outside today.

Names..names...names...

I am getting the blog ready for the "big" January launch. I guess that means that I am officially not blogging now, even if this seems like it. All part of my clever tricks I guess.

I have been debating starting a new blog with a new name in a new town....ok at least the first two. I don't know what to name myself though. I don't like hiding so much, but at the same time I don't like to embarrass my loved ones by using my real name and photo either.

It's a tough choice.

What to name the blog or do I just keep the same name.

I wonder if any of my blogger friends are still alive, or if facebook killed them off.

I have to go through my links and clean out the dead ones, but again....what name do I get.

New Years

I realize that things are missing from my life and soul lately and I have had a week of mandatory resting to remember what it is I am.

I want to be a writer again. I don't have to be rich and famous (Note: I don't mind though, really if it happens, at least as far as I can tell, it hasn't happened yet.) I just need to get my ideas out of my head into paper (or a screen more likely) and maybe just maybe I might be able to do something with it.

But why do today what I can put off tomorrow. Let me set January for my start up time. I might also give myself a new name. A name people can pronounce. A name that will not make me sound like a 73 year old Grandma that makes cookies for the kids. ....I probably won't because that would require work, but its a possibility.

Hopefully I still will have readers, and I haven't been declared dead like my High school class believes (More on that some other time.) I am coming back.....hopefully in a few days.

Look out web, here comes Janus Torrell...again.