Visited an old friend recently. He lives up on the Nevada side of Lake Tahoe. Great fun, catch-up conversations, random topics, easy chats, good food, bevies, some live music, good night’s sleep… All of this amounted to a nice reset for the soul, Rooted. Too, rooted in names and places, my buddy, Euro-Alpine origins generations, …
Category: family
Late-Night Brain Wanderings
Sometimes late into the night if you wake up the brain starts to wander. Depending on the obligations the next day, this turns out to be either an unplanned stresser of lost sleep, or safe but reckless feeling-lark. As I lay down the base of the draft for this post it is a bit of …
Sleep The Escape
Several times in my life, maybe much of my life, I’ved used sleep as an escape. It allows me to suspend the struggle, the anxiety, the effort. But even as I love to sleep, especially in periods of particular struggle and change, my very being, deep down, pushes me back out, Out of the darkness …
Bonus Post, Gratitude
When good things happen share the gratitude like, Pancakes and waffles coming together promptly this morning for Sunday kids’ breakfast; My bro giving me a ride to pick up my car at the shop this morning; Quick stop at the grocery to buy a few things went smooth, got what we needed; My home plumbing …
Cheer Them On!
Hmm, cheer them on…! Just who exactly are we to cheer on…? Well just about anyone, I’d say. Friends, co-workers, our kids, our kids’ classmates, teammates, anyone who needs a boost… And after all, who doesn’t need a pick-me-up now and then? Who doesn’t benefit from some positive energy…? Exactly every one does, so lay …
Missing Bourdain
Anthony Bourdain - chef, author, TV storyteller blending food and travel - I miss him. I loved his particular voice, observations, his progression in life and perspective on things. The demons took him, like they’ve taken so many; as I’ve written before, Cornell, Williams, Montrose, my paternal grandfather, my cousin, all cut down by a …
Longing
When I’m with them, sometimes they’re too much, their combined energy so powerful, immediate, demanding… And when they are gone I long for them back, I long for more, My own version of synchronicity (as Sting wrote and The Police sang), At our best we ponder and revel, and soak up the moments, soak up …
Roar
I try not to roar, but sometimes I do. Not so much in anger, not really, More disbelief and frustration at the seeming lack of awareness my children have of what’s appropriate when, But then I remind myself that they are eleven, nine, and eight years old, And I push all my silly expectations aside …
Fighting For Time
It seems I’m often fighting for time, At home, at work, with my kids. With myself, In the evening, daytime, middle of the night, Like right now, scribbling at 3:00am, awakened by thoughts about work, life, struggles, battles, Fleeting joy, this I know, fighting for time, not so good, slight of hand preferred, slight improvements …
Piled High
Emotions piled high, letting the weight settle, Ten days of go, to decision and loss and sadness and alone, Our last canine, remaining sister, her time to end, to heart stop, eternal sleep, house quiet, heavy. Ten days plus 556 days since the family changed, two households now, split, solo dad era established, Adjusted ok …
1/2_Full, All GOOD 