If I had a hammer.

Incidentally, the neighbors downstairs from us have begun playing the drums. I had long assumed this was out of the question, for me, because our landlord stressed before renting to us how quiet our apartment building was (neglecting to mention the trains, airplanes, and nocturnally boisterous neighbors). Even before our landlord emphasized quiet, though, I have always assumed that drumming in an apartment setting was not acceptable. Now, I feel like I might as well go ahead and buy a drum set.

If I had a drum set I would like to set it up on the top of a very tall hill and bang away. I'd like to play for an audience of animals and angels and of course that Creator who keeps popping up in this blog. I would like to make a joyful noise unto the Lord. But I'm not a musician, and although the grass and clouds might not discriminate against mediocre song-crafting, I should probably focus my creative efforts on something which I could potentially share with a more critical group, particularly with human beings. Perhaps it's optional to share our floundering hobbies, but as for the gifts that were given to us by the great Appointer, I think that those we need to share.

I think it's time to change the name of this blog.