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On the benefits of leaving the darned house

I'm an introverted lazybones by default, even when I'm with Gordon. But, one of the great side effects of having him in my life is that I feel guilty enough about that to get up and do stuff from time to time. It's good for him. It's good for me, too.

He's been enjoying the heck out of playing drums lately, so I suggested last night that we could visit the music store before going to see mommy at the hospital and buy him his own set of drumsticks. He went to bed with a big smile on his face.

We headed out to Long & McQuade in the north end of London. We walked through the door at opening time and were greeted by a sales dude. Gordon piped up immediately: "We need drum sticks!"

Sales dude showed us to the toddler sticks, and I got a set for myself, too. Dude even set up an e-drum kit for Gordon to try out. He loved it. We went to the front and picked out some picks with turtles on them, since G likes playing his (stringless) Elmo guitar with a pick from daddy's collection.

We went back to wandering the sales floor. Gordon loved seeing all the drums, keyboards, and guitars. Daddy nearly bought an amp on impulse. Yeah, we'll go back to that store.

Then, what the heck, I spot someone in the drum section who looks familiar. And the guy recognized me, too.

It was the *last* person I'd had with me on drums!

Yeah, when I lived in Toronto before moving to Halifax in 2005, I'd go over to this guy's house on weekends and jam. Me, 680News audio editor John Bowles, and this fella, Rick from Fan590.

Magic 8 Ball in 2005 celebrating the release of our live album. Rick on the left, me, John on the right.

We played one gig. One single gig. I turned that night into a live album. (Link to the original blog post from January 2006.)

Yes, the last human I'd played music with before Gordon came along -- eleven years ago -- was right there in the music store! Turns out he's retired from radio and living in London, too.

What are the odds, really? What are the odds?

Well, the odds are ZERO if I don't leave the house and choose to live most of my hours in relative solitude. Magical things happen when I do stuff. I've been taught this lesson over and over again, and I don't know why it doesn't stick.

Then we went to the hospital to visit Amanda, and Gordon and his mommy shared some great moments reading books.

Gordon asks why the old lady swallowed the fly (and everything else).
All in all, a great morning. Yeah, he didn't have a nap, but right now he's behind me, pounding out the rhythmic equivalent of dissonance along to the Ting Tings' "That's Not My Name." That's pretty cool.

And, he's spent most of the day asking "why?" to everything. Since before he was born, I anticipated the question "why is the sky blue?"

"Because if it was green, we wouldn't know where to stop mowing the lawn."

".......... green?"

"Just kidding. It's a joke."

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