Monday mornings are like half a post.

The weekend, by traditional definitions, is over. Monday has arrived like a party guest two days early for the shindig. Once the boy is off to school, then I will go back to sleep. I need it.

I've been going to bed about 3am the whole weekend. Jacquelyn had her wisdom teeth, all four of them, out on Friday and I have been her servant and nursemaid, catering to her every whim, medicating her, feeding her, getting blankets and pillows, changing movies, playing video games, answering telephone calls, updating her mother on her status, you know, all that jazz.

It makes me realise I am going to hate having my wisdom teeth removed. I have this weird feeling about having wisdom removed from me, and parts of my body. When I had a biopsy a few years ago, they had to cut a small piece of my sternum out and I feel odd that a part of me was burned up or thrown into a lake as medical waste. Strange, but you know, it's... me, my physical manifestation. I'm sort of attached to it.

My roommate Brian and our friend Kenny got me my belated present for Generic Solstice Derivative Gift Exchange Ritual, a.k.a. Christmas. Apparently they were planning on it, but had to wait for their taxes to come in so they could afford it. What is it, you ask. Those sons of bitches bought me a guitar. Yes, a motherfucking guitar.

I have more to say about this butit has to wait... I have to get the boy to school.

To be continued...

Continuations laugh in the face of finality.

I didn't play guitar from 1997-2005. I didn't paint until for years and years until last year.

I spent my formative years, the ones that I think matter the most... middle and high school, in a small town, well relatively small. About 20,000 people. Everyone knows everyone as if it was Little House on the Prairie. After a while, I felt restricted there, like a plant in a small pot, a goldfish in a small bowl. I yearned for an ocean to expand. So I left and moved to Madison.

There I was able to leave my past behind. Strike anew. I became a new person, a new Jeremy. I could become a new person without the weight of my past hanging on me. And this I did.

A couple years ago, because of various financial restraints, I moved back. In a way, I think I had to, the Universe deftly steered me back here. Since I've been back, I've reconnected with abandoned friends, rediscovered old talents and hobbies. It's like I had to reconnect OldMe with NewMe and create UberNeuMe.

I remember reading something Jung said about a man without roots is adrift in the world and how the psyche needs its origins, its history. Mostly he referred to archetypes, specifically in reaching to the archetypes of our genetic history; if you're Celt, you might want to connect to the Celtic gods. Tom Robbins has an interesting point about this and why Christianity is wrong for the West because it is an Eastern religion. We would need to connect to ancient paganism, to the great god Pan, who we have so fully abandoned. Ah, I've gotten off track...

But it does give a glimpse into what I mean. I had allowed myself room to grow, but I could only go so far because I was ignoring my origins, had cut myself off from my roots, which is, as you know, where plants get most of their nutrients from. It seems like a good portent that now that I've reconnected, that I'm in a successful relationship, have become career-oriented and making steps to achieve it, and am moving away from the closest thing to a hometown I've ever had.

Truly time to leave the womb, I believe.