Musings I needed to write
Yearning to go to sleep, I throw this out there
Believing in yourself and trusting your inner voice
Rarely will steer you wrong
Ask the questions that need answers
Inscribe on your soul the names of your loved ones
Never sell yourself short
Determine your guiding star and follow it
Until you reach your destination
Maintain due diligence on the world around you
Push your limits to grow your boundaries
Perhaps Liz should have done it for free
After all Bob had helped her out so many times before that
It was the principle of the matter though
Diapers weren’t just a wife’s responsibility
Chris stalked Jennifer carefully, not wanting to reveal his presence. She was with that guy, Fred. Chris wanted to claw Fred’s eyes out. He just always rubbed Chris the wrong way. Fred even had the nerve to lie about being allergic to Chris to keep Jennifer away. The bad thing is she believed it and was now trying to meet with Fred secretly. Well tonight Chris was going to ruin their little rendezvous. If Jennifer didn’t know what was good for her then Chris would just cut the pretty boy’s face. That would make Jennifer see the light.
As Chris crept closer, Fred began to sneeze.
Jennifer pulled back from Chris’ embrace. “I showered and changed my clothes,” Jennifer said.
“It just started up,” Fred said, how voice cracking. “It’s like…”
Chris couldn’t wait anymore. He dashed out from underneath the bush and leapt at Fred, claws ready to kill, when Jennifer scooped him up in her arms.
“Bad kitty!” Jennifer said. “How did you get out?”
Fred practically fell backward off the bench as he scrambled to his feet while sneezing at least ten times. “Sorry, got to go,” he blurted out as he fled the backyard.
Jennifer looked the cat in the eye with a hint of malice lurking there, but Chris began to purr. Jennifer shook her head in disbelief, but then began to pet him. “I don’t know what I am going to do with you.”
Just keep doing what you’re doing, thought Chris.
Teasing him with her eyes from across the dance floor, he decided to give it a try.
Oliver tried to move to the beat as he danced across the floor and into her personal space
Over the loud thumping of the speakers around them he mouthed, “Want to play?”
He expected her to laugh at him, but instead she danced closer yet
Orbiting her, he could feel the heat she was giving off
That’s one of the many reasons why he had married her all those years before
I’ve been helping move friends of mine the past couple of days, and it reminds me of two important things.
The first is you can take it with you, but do you really want to? We have only so much space in our lives and living spaces for stuff. Some of us have a higher tolerance than others for what things need to stay, but we get ready to move every item is held in your hand with the same question poised, “Do we really need that?” So many of our things and memories are linked to what we have and where we are. We can afford to keep ten of X or have three extra Y. When we have to move our residence we realize what was folly, what was overindulgence, and what had just overstayed its welcome yet found a place in our space such as not to impinge too much. Moving shakes this paradigm and lets the chips fall where they may.
The second one is of spatial reasoning. It is always amazing how much more stuff can be stuffed into a smaller space as one uses their well honed Tetris skills in space time manipulation. You can take a 2000 square foot house and compact it into a 27 foot long trailer. This is amazing, but not as amazing as the time it takes to do all of it. What you think should only take a couple of hours takes most of a day. Part of that are the trips down memory lane with each new discovery from the previous point. It was nice helping someone else get ready since every time I have moved, except for the first time out of my parent’s house, was done under time duress. Every box we took out of the house took us one step closer, but at the same time the time eaten put more pressure on getting it because we had to be out the next day or two. My friends are under a time crunch, but not that hard, so it was nice to be more deliberate, but at the same time they have other stresses such as most of their stuff is now in a Tetris puzzle in a 27 foot trailer and the house they currently are living in is now an echo chamber for the last week of them living there. I’m sure time will seem to fly by, but also last forever as they eat on folding chairs and a card table.
As I contemplate my own move that will happen hopefully within the next year I wonder how me and my family will figure out solutions to these two things. I have ducked the problem by commuting for the past six years, but too many nights not coming home to the family has grown old. Taking a peek into what then future might hold grounds me and allows me to start thinking about the future. Still, first I need to create a test for Wednesday, so if you’ll excuse me, I must be moving on.
Saint Patrick’s day has passed
But it’s effects will continue to last
The green beer did run
Gave many some fun
Until into the toilet they cast
We home school our kids. When people find out, they occasionally point out reasons why that’s a bad idea. They worry about our kids being properly socialized. They worry that our kids will have holes in their education. They worry that our kids are getting out of some pieces of childhood that are integral to becoming functional adults.
My kids found out the true negative to being home schooled. They are currently learning at the dining room table while their public schooled compatriots enjoy a day off. Time for me to break out a bottle of wine and enjoy the misery.