07 December 2013

Not Another Uncle Sidemoss Gift...

It's more fun to make a gift. In some ways it is easier. The problem is that no one wants my stupid, creative gifts. Or at least that runs through my mind a few dozen times... 

Why do I think that my projects are so special? Just because I put a lot of effort into them? But is that any less valuable than going to the store and picking out something that no one is going to use? At least I am trying, right? 

There is that danger of being that guy. That relative. I have made things out of cardboard for my kids which did not really have a whole lot of function. And I suddenly fear that notion of my kids growing up and wanting normal things. Dad, couldn't you just buy me a bicycle? Did you have to make one out of cardboard? 

Sadly, I am realizing some limitations on cardboard. While I have made some really great things, I'm not sure that a cardboard bunkbed would be the way to go... It could be worth exploring my options though.

10 January 2013

Break a Leg

A friend of mine posted on facebook this morning that tomorrow he is doing an audition and he needed help. He has a great voice, but he wanted a musician to come in and accompany him. I suggested he have our drummer friend accompany him, so as a result of my humorous post, I got to see the posts from everyone else all day long. And, at the end of the day, I had to laugh.

Did anyone offer to help accompany him? No. The comments were all things like "Break a leg" and "Good luck", "Let me know how it goes." One person even liked his post. I realize that my comment did not really help him, but I figured that with all the musicians that he would know in his line of work, someone would step up.

When I spoke to him, he said somebody did volunteer, but we did have a laugh at the idea that people were more excited about the audition and not really helping him out. Whereas, if no one helps him out, then no audition will happen.

We discussed the idea further and I compared it to how God hears us pray. We kneel down with the kids and we ask him to bless the sick and needy, to comfort the widows and feed the hungry. Each night, the same things are said, but he probably scratches his head wondering when all these great praying people actually get off their butts and bless the sick and needy, comfort the widows and feed the hungry. I trust that he does his job, but wonders why we don't do ours.