Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
- Such as homes given...to us, to Clan Bubba, to the Cats.
- The departing of a Shepherd and a partner, hopefully both to happier hunting grounds.
- The arrival of a new partner and all the adjustments that means.
- For a camping trip, a beach trip, a reunion with my brother's family.
- For seasons of growth in the Ballyhoo.
- For more proof that God will provide, even in recessions, democratic presidencies and swine flu pandemics.
- Reconnecting with family, some i wasn't aware i had.
- For sins forgiven.
- For a few more sign in my larger hunt for joy and contentment.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 07, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Saturday, August 08, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Y’see, the problem isn’t that I don’t have good ideas. I have great ideas. I just ignore them.
Wayward and I were in high school when the amazing, binary switch moment came. (I like that phrase, ‘binary switch moment.’ Got it from a book about robotics scientists. I’ll have to look up the guy to give credit where credit is due. Though it’s probably anecdotal in Geek.) Wayward and I were two of a kind. That kind being the kind of kid no one cares where and what they’re doing as long as they’re not in trouble. It had been that way more or less all our lives. Or at least since we had been able to change our own diapers. But the moment came when we realized that that not only applied to the few hours after school but it could be extended out over an entire weekend. Couple this epiphany with the fact that we had cars and like teenage boys had since Noah’s boys blew off the Ark, Ararat and Authority figures, we rediscovered the Road Trip. Oh yeah, we were flippin' geniuses.
Now, despite meticulous planning and packing Rachel, my Ford Bronco up to the windows (two kitchen sinks, just in case the first one broke) we soon learned that the quest to escape all rules, rites and regulations came with a few rules, rites and regulations of its own. You never, apparently escape societal constraints; you merely trade one culture’s for another’s. We learned this in less than thirty miles. At our first rest stop to replenish the coffee tanks and pump the bilges we returned to my lil’ mule to find that I had locked the keys in the ignition. After acquiring an expert in all things automotive with a slim jim and giving him a half an hour, I took the implement and opened the door myself. It was a pan of life’s mud that when sifted gave up a priceless nugget of experiential wisdom. And thus the two rules were born.
Rule one: When traveling, everyone has a key to the car.
Rule number two: When traveling, EVERYONE HAS A KEY TO THE FRIGGIN’ CAR!!!
Now it wasn’t learned right away. It was created right away but it wasn’t driven home until my lovely fiancée and I and again Wayward went to see Bad Company and Damn Yankees down in the city one night and it happened again. This time costing ninety dollars and a chunk of my evening to the nice locksmith. After THAT time we started making sure that Everyone Has A Key To The Car.
Now maybe it was the point that my son Happ doesn’t drive. And maybe it was because i’m no longer in the habit of locking cars. But for whatever reason, Happs or habits, I found myself in Piscataway, New Jersey this weekend, (yeah, I know, New Jersey.) peering through the windshield of my Chevy, looking at my key in the middle console. It was only then that I considered the two key fobs that I don’t use that were also locked safely away in the console. It took longer for the nice locksmith to verify my credit than it did to break into my truckette. You may think that hyperbole. And you’d be grossly mistaken, my cynical friend. The fobs went into Happ’s lacrosse bag and the knob went into my sleeping bag to wonder again at the fact that I carry around this heavy old brain that I never use. I wonder what they’re fetching on the black market these days. If I trade mine for a motorcycle I’ll never have to worry about being locked out again.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Pick up my spirit as i pick up my pack
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Sunday, March 08, 2009
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
- My grandmas, one of which is developing alzheimer's like symptoms.
- My father, who asked me to call him.
- My sister, who's undergoing psychiatric evaluations these days while her two remaining children hang with...
- My folks, who asked me to do a couple of favors for them that i keep forgetting.
- My brother, who just moved his family across the country and i never visited while he was in Washington, a state i really wanted to visit.
- My sister's other two kids who now live with their fathers.
- My old partner, Duke, who called me out of the blue yesterday and has been out of work for a couple of months.
- My best man, who i realized last night i never sent his family's Christmas gifts to.
- Panzer, who, like my partner Duke, calls me out of the blue every now and then.
- El Oso, who sent me a very nice Christmas gift himself.
- The Mighty and Glorious Garrett Jaxx, who, wrapped in golden chains, i had been meaning to see even before the king died and made it more of an imperative.
- Gosh, i'm glad this is not a numbered list.
- The aunt and uncle that leant Mynk and i their cabin for our honeymoon.
- The only aunt and uncle that stay in touch on my patri-side.
- Either of the two cousins i have on my matri-side.
- Any of full regiment of cousins from the other side, one of which adored me as she was growing up and had a baby who's name i can't remember.
- Moffatt, my brother in worship who moved on to another outpost of the realm.
- The Hawk, my brother in music who i've made several sad attempts to form a band with.
- Add to this the innumerable friends and relations i see once a week and act like that's enough. Or the guys i see at work everyday but hardly speak to. So many lives i rub up against.
- The homeless that i took blankets to once last year and haven't been back.