Day in the Life

Not bragging or complaining, just sharing, a typical weeknight day in the life of yours truly when I’ve also got the kids with me. Therapeutic, you see, to share out, First World Schedule, Problems:

430a-530a: wake up, prayer;

530a-6a: get ready.;

6a-8a: work, home office;

800a: feed dogs, brief meeting with kids mom;

900a-330p: work, on-site;

400p: kids home;

430p-530p: work, home office;

530p-630p: make dinner; load of laundry;

630p-730p: eat dinner;

730p-800p: walk dogs;

800p-845p: bath tine for 2/3 kids; laundry out of dryer;

845p-930p: TdF highlights;

930p-950p: kid meltdown;

950p-10p: blog : – )

10p: bed.

WHEW…living the dream…believe it…GOOD.

Against the Rail

Been spending a fair amount of time of late,

Against the rail,

Work Life, Parenting Life, bumping along too often, bumping, not so smooth,

Against the rail,

Keeping it together, forward forward, somewhat on track,

Against the rail,

Emotions for the past, the present, future, need the rails maybe, to stay on track, hold the line, it helps,

Against the rail.

Settled in Unsettled

Weird feeling, let me attempt to explain a little.

My family structure, a new chapter, still searching for settled. Family under two households, a second divorce, forward still, the kids the common denominator that we remain committed to, whatever “family” looks like anew? We’ll see.

My work life, jobs shifted, a position I accepted, then became something different. now opportunities, lots to learn, LOTS to learn, keep learning, doing, being, open, to contribute, the common goal, contribute, to move the business forward.

“All good,” I tell myself, make myself, will make, am making the best of it, both.

Settled in the unsettled.

Think of the possibilities…

Everyday…

Make it GOOD.

Speechless

A great surprise the other night, an old friend in town visiting his folks, made some time to connect.

Perhaps my second oldest friend, these 49 years now.

So good to catch up, listen to some stories both ways, remember the cadence and tone of his voice, his speech,

Left speechless with gratitude we can still reset after all these years, effortless sharing, recollecting,

His recollection better than mine,

Appreciate his recollections,

Appreciate him…Gis.

Lyrics Post: “Solsbury Hill”

So long ago, still magical.

“Solsbury Hill”

Climbing up on Solsbury Hill

I could see the city light

Wind was blowing, time stood still

Eagle flew out of the night

He was something to observe

Came in close, I heard a voice

Standing stretching every nerve

Had to listen had no choice

I did not believe the information

(I) just had to trust imagination

My heart going boom boom boom

“Son,” he said “Grab your things,

I’ve come to take you home.”

To keep in silence I resigned

My friends would think I was a nut

Turning water into wine

Open doors would soon be shut

So I went from day to day

Tho’ my life was in a rut

“Till I thought of what I’d say

Which connection I should cut

I was feeling part of the scenery

I walked right out of the machinery

My heart going boom boom boom

“Hey” he said “Grab your things

I’ve come to take you home.”

(Back home.)

When illusion spin her net

I’m never where I want to be

And liberty she pirouette

When I think that I am free

Watched by empty silhouettes

Who close their eyes but still can see

No one taught them etiquette

I will show another me

Today I don’t need a replacement

I’ll tell them what the smile on my face meant

My heart going boom boom boom

“Hey” I said “You can keep my things,

they’ve come to take me home.”

Lyrics by: Peter Gabriel