I will think a couple times a week about something that I should blog about, then get here and my mind goes blank.  Then I'll recall something and have it seem so insignificant when I pull it out into the light and consider putting it here.

Tomorrow begins the camp-out.  I'm looking forward to it.  It is nice to get together with family to just hang out for a weekend.  Helps the kids re-connect with one another as well.

I was extremely tempted this week to get back into community theater.  Accalia tried out for a role in Annie and there was a brief in the paper today about the production still being short on men.  Amy suggested I try out.  I thought about it, I really did.  It would be awesome to get back on the stage and perform again.  There is a part of me that misses that.  One issue with me trying out is that the rehearsals take place during one of the evenings I work.  Maybe when I'm back to one job (or have a second job with more flexible hours) I can get back to the stage.  Maybe do that with my daughter.  THAT would be awesome!

Lots of "things from the past" stuff coming up lately.  On Memorial Day, there was an article about people who volunteer to play "Taps" at military funerals.  When I was in high school, I did that regularly from 9th grade on.  I've not played my trumpet regularly for years, but reading that article about the need and knowing what that means to the families and how it pays respect to the person who served...  I'm still in research mode regarding becoming a volunteer.  I think I would cover a 100 mile radius around Yankton.  Would definitely need to get my lips in shape in order to play it well.

Speaking of volunteering, I registered as a bone marrow donor. Amy had done so and showed me how I could get signed up as well.  I'll admit I'm apprehensive about the prospect of having a needle put through bone to harvest, but know there are other ways to get a person what they need.  I donate blood every chance I get and often wonder about who that donation helped, in what way, etc.  Will be the same if I'm called to donate marrow, but on a larger scale.  I know how important that donation could be to someone.

Back to things from the past...  I miss the house I grew up in.  The last couple of nights before I fall asleep, I've gone through the house in my mind's eye.  I knew every nook and cranny of that house and can still remember it so vividly.  I can go through each room and recall changes that were made to it when it was my parent's home.  Maybe it is something about hitting 40.  Whatever.  It has become a relaxation technique for me to go through and remember the place - at least until I've been up for 18.5 to 19 hours straight and start to get a bit misty about it (like now).

We're coming up on the 20 year anniversary of the tornado that hit Lake Wilson.  An F5.  This is one of the things I had decided to blog about, though I'll probably wait until the anniversary date.