A few minor thoughts...

First and foremost, after having the blood test on Saturday morning, I already got the results - my PSA is down to 1.3/9.2 - significant beyond words.  This shows the aquablation procedure was a total success and I couldn't be more relieved.  If I'm correct, when I see my urologist this week, he'll tell me I won't have to come back until November.

It was a beautiful "yes, it's definitely spring" weekend - but today is humid and rainy.  Nice to be in the office, though.

Looking forward to actually taking the car in for a repair - nothing major; just annoying and costly, with both time and money.  But it has to be done and I want things to continue running smoothly.  I'll have them do an oil change at the same time.  I hate having things at loose ends and this will have been three weeks of a not-working tire pressure gauge system/light.  Last time (a decade ago?), it was all 5 gauges - hopefully it won't be a repeat.

Someone was asking me last week about what it was like to be in a band.  And the answer is this:  it was a joy; it was a sense of pride and the total sum being as to who I was at the time.  I am very proud to have been in The Punch Line - especially the first/four-piece iteration.  I thought we made great music and we were as good as anyone we were fans of, if not sometimes better.  My regret is the natural one:  I wish I knew then what I know now.  Perspective, time and wisdom makes me wish I'd acted differently and not made everything concerning the band be so important. It never needed to be a house-on-fire scenario all the time and yet, we never could get out of our own collective way.  I'm just as culpable as anyone and I regret not having that sense of rationality at the time.  And being who I am now - or where I'm at - I don't know if I could play in a band-scenario again.  It has nothing to do with the people involved - I would attempt to do it with The Punch Line - yes, that's not a bold statement; it's just sense.  But:  we're all strangers now; two of us are in our 60's; I don't know if I can remember or play any of our songs - and most importantly, it would be a tremendous mental chore to put myself in the mindset of playing with a band, even if it was only for one night.  

The point:  I'm not that person anymore.  It's reality.  It doesn't mean an outright "no" - just the fact that I haven't done it in a very long time and have, for all intents and purposes, put my musical life behind me.  And because I'm at this point, I wish I'd savored it a lot more.

My favorite time again...

There's never a better time of year than May.  It's when everything becomes alive again.  It's warm; jackets can be abandoned; the sun shines brighter; the smell of cut grass and different flowers are everywhere in my neighborhood.  Three people I love were born in May; I met someone and had a lasting relationship begin in May.  It always signifies good things.

The next few weekends are already filled - two of them with medical visits - PSA blood test tomorrow; urologist next Friday- I have to take the car for a minor repair, which will unfortunately set me back a bit financially - but at least we're moving things along.

I've completed almost a full month at this temp job.  I still like it; I like the people - I'm trying not to think too far ahead and I'm not going to try to speed things up, either.  I have to let the universe unfold naturally and at the same time, continue to send out resumes and take interviews whenever possible.

Calm.  One step at a time.  Just enjoy the moment.