Alt Vacay Attitude

Week off with the kids, vacation time, stripped down, shifting mindset and schedule to them, focused on them, us.

This particular post a good example. Three in the morning, awake, listening to the sounds of the night, listening to the kids sleep.

What’s the big deal? Not so big maybe; maybe just different. In a tent in the back yard; all of us together. Had visions of a bigger adventure; scaled back to stay closer to home, for the old dogs’ sake. Still lots of fun in store. Local adventures; some news places; some old places; all good places. Focused on them, focused on us.

Spent a little chunk of change for a bigger tent and new sleeping bags, upgrades for the crew this season. All these an investment in many of these strings of adventures to come in the years ahead. Focused on them, focused on us.

A year ago marriage was failed, the beginning of the end; now, the end nearly concluded, this is what’s left; unexpected, family camaraderie, us four, me and the kids, quite unexpected, this is what’s left. Pretty special all the same; three in the morning, lying in the tent, dim light from the night creeping in, soft sounds of three little kids in slumber, not one lover, but my three little kids from a try at love, now left with this particular love, love them so, I do.

And so this alternate vacation, alt vacay, just what the doctor ordered, for us, for them. Us together, on the roads, highways and by-ways, exploring, and tent time, alt arrangements, together, most important, together.

It’s that alt vacay attitude, shining through.

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.

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

Two Screens By My Side

How I consume and how I create the words I most often share.

Yes indeed, I write long form and certainly complete business work tasks on a laptop – it’s the most practical and efficient way to accomplish those activities.

But then there’s everyday reading, writing, blogging, posting, sharing…and those activities, those are of a different nature, a different thing.

In those moments — like right now — I most often tap the letters to words, words the ideas — those come out through a smart phone, the most immediate channel to you, the easiest way to quickly scribble the words as they tumble out.

Consuming content, I try to shift to a bigger screen, a tablet, where more fits on the page and images are more clear.

And so the curtain pulled back, that’s how jeff goes, that’s how I roll, and let it flow out, and let it flow in.

Most important? CREATE.

And then GIVE. SHARE.

GOOD.

Reflections for Father’s Day

Reflecting on this day, worthwhile indeed, to say, thankful for this day.

Father’s Day.

On this day, funny thing, things on my mind. I think about my own dad, now gone three years. I think about what he was to me, really, so much, maybe everything, to me.

He helped me be me, the best me I could be. From the very beginning right up through so many struggles and obstacles and lessons and adventures and some victories too. He filled me with his belief and his love and his approval to be exactly who I should be, could be.

And now I’m a dad myself, times three in fact. And I want more than ever to be everything my dad was for me, be those things for my kids.

For sure they are the first priority, for sure I feel the need and the power and the ability to rise to the occasion for them. I want to empower them and guide them and fill them with belief and courage and faith to be exactly what they’re meant to be too.

They’re on the front end of their lives: we’ve thrown them quite a curve ball with a two household model now; but there’s no less the love for them, commitment to them; maybe somehow even more.

I know I feel more certainty and purpose and love than I’ve ever felt before. I will lift them up, be their rock, be the foundation on which they can stand and step out into the world; continually into the world, until my last breath this vision, this certainly is,

Is the most important thing I can do, for them, for love,

I’ve failed at love in some ways, failed marriages, love that could not be sustained somehow,

But this love, my love I feel and commit to with our kids, it transcends everything else.

Why do I share this on Father’s Day, or any day, in this blog?

Because that is the very purpose of these words, this blog, as a portal to share much of what comes through me, but not just for me, for you too. You too.

So Happy Father’s Day to my dad Howie, to his memory,

And to the many dads I know who are also my friends,

And thinking especially about another dad gone too soon, decades too soon, Happy Father’s Day Pat Welsh, in your memory too,

I hope I can be something of the dad you were to your three boys, greatness for sure in the men they’ve become,

And raising my glass and my prayers of love and thanks to all dads everywhere,

All power, and purpose, and love indeed,

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY~~

Roadtrip

Not an ordinary road trip today; quite short; about 32 hours, all told.

Friends moving to Vancouver, WA, 574 miles away. Driving their cars north; one extra car left behind.

I and another friend team driving that stray left behind.

Just this week as I’m thinking about the trip. Glad our friend agreed to make the drive, team up with me, hang with me on that long haul. I think I suggested it. He cleared it on the home front. We both cleared it at work.

And then set to roll.

I’ll state the obvious: grateful for that friendship, this sneaky connectedness I’ve felt with this friend now these 20 some years.

Friends longer, neighbors once too.

This current bond forged through life events and trials; thankful we made that extra connection two decades back.

And so we’ll motor along in that black little motor car on this rather short road trip. Looking forward to whatever convo comes among us; looking forward to the open roads; looking forward to a day’s journey, and all that it will be.

In that little black motor car left behind in our care; to transport north in our care; a little road trip to help solve a problem, one extra car; a little fun in one extra car, that little black car, zipping along the highway in that little black car.

Lyrics Post: “Mediate”

Was mesmerizing when it came out so long ago, still stirs the same feelings now…so much to think about…or…just…groove.

“Mediate”

Hallucinate

Dessegregate

Mediate

Alleviate

Try not to hate

Love your mate

Don’t suffocate on your own hate

Designate your love as fate

A one world state

As human freight

The number eight

A white black state

A gentle trait

The broken crate

A heavy weight

Or just too late

Like pretty Kate has sex ornate

Now devastate

Appreciate

Depreciate

Fabricate

Emulate

The truth dilate

Special date

The animal we ate

Guilt debate

The edge serrate

A better rate

The youth irate

Deliberate

Fascinate

Deviate

Reinstate

Liberate

To moderate

Recreate

Or detonate

Annihiliate

Atomic fate

Mediate

Clear the state

Activate

Now radiate

A perfect state

Food on plate

Gravitate

The Earth’s own weight

Designate your love as fate

At ninety-eight we all rotate

Hallucinate

Dessegregate

Mediate

Alleviate

Try not to hate

Love your mate

Don’t suffocate on your own hate

Designate your love as fate

A one world state

As human freight

The number eight

A white black state

A gentle trait

The broken crate

A heavy weight

Or just too late

Like pretty Kate has sex ornate

Now devastate

Appreciate

Depreciate

Fabricate

Emulate

The truth dilate

Special date

The animals we ate

Guilt debate

The edge serrate

A better rate

The youth irate

Deliberate

Fascinate

Deviate

Reinstate

Liberate

Liberate

Liberate

Liberate

Writer(s): Andrew Farriss

And Happy Birthday, Michele M.~

And Again, Follow The Muse

Recent piece on living a creative life; even if it’s not your profession, per se’, so important to find it and do it.

Example? An old school friend, actually through my brother. A tech professional by job, an artist by vocation, creative in both endeavors, I suppose.

He draws, doodles, paints, scribbles, whatever inspires him, I suppose, whatever he fancies in the moment, moments.

He found it early I think, this gift, this talent, and he’s good at it. And he shares it.

Lucky for us.

“Theo Croker, top talent out of the gate, #Trumpeter, 2021“
“Quick doodle of ‘someone’, 2016”
The muse in effect
“Chadwick Boseman, 2021”

Glad to be your orbit, Joe.

Find Joseph Arruda on IG handle:

@zeruch

Website: http://society6.com/zeruch

Summer Season

Summer is just upon us and the kids are out of school. Last season we set up a tent in the back yard for a handful of backyard camp-outs. The plan is the same for this summer; maybe a few more nights even.

And as the kids have gotten bigger, it was time to upgrade the tent size too. And outfit the crew with full size sleeping bags. And bedrolls as well.

We are geared up now and good to go. Bring on the outdoor night sounds; bring on the breeze against the nylon walls; bring on the middle of night staring at the tent ceiling, when I wake up and consider how blessed I am to have these three kids in my life, to be their dad, to have this time, our time.

The pace changes a little for a couple months, the tempo and timing shifts, joy and a little freedom on the rise.

It’s summer season, it’s Tent Time, it’s OUR Time. Soak it up. GOOD.

Well, Being

Well, I find myself being, again in this space, this place, dull aches, a few pains, run-down, somewhat displaced.

Dull in the head, shoulders heavy, thick. Slowed by the world around somehow, usually buoyed.

Reduce to min, simmer on low, covered, dozing, deep. Thick in the brain, pause the constant activities and responsibilities and the hum and the buzz they create, doze, deep.

Seek to refresh, spring back better, ready, for more, find well, being.