SUNDAY:
Went to the Henry Ford Museum (in Michigan, USA) and saw a VW car with a Mexican license plate. We went with our son, and my wife's father and his wife and this was after brunch at a coney island (Americana) restaurant midway between our houses.
In addition to the trains and the car exhibits (of which there were many) we went through a Titanic (Yes, the ship the movie was based on) which was very interesting: lots of recovered treasures on display.
I took a nap, held my son a lot and had pizza without cheese for dinner, and the heaps of toppings made up for the lack of cheese.
SATURDAY:
I had brunch with my wife and son at our favorite local restaurant: Beezy's, in down town Ypsilanti (Michigan, USA). We met a nice woman and her daughter (Evie) but didn't run into Jameson or his parents and the woman taking orders remembered both us and our names, which is always heartening.
Then in the evening, I went and practiced martial arts (Ju Jutsu, [Ju Jitsu?] specifically) with an old friend. After training we went and got some food, and there we chatted about our lives and where we thought they'd be taking us. It was good, and there were lots of recurring themes, which (i think) means we are getting close to the core of some ideas.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Thursday, August 23, 2012
MONDAY:
August 13th. The Thirteenth is when we got married, the date, at least. February, sure, but the 13th is always special to me, and this one was great. We've been going to couple's therapy, but we cancelled, skipped out, and saw "The Dark Knight Rises" together instead, and laughed at all our self conscious first date half jokes and held hands and swore at the right points in the movie, and gasped appropriately, too, and it was such a nice experience the weather did its awesome cloudy, warm, and electric thing for us as we left the theater.
August 13th. The Thirteenth is when we got married, the date, at least. February, sure, but the 13th is always special to me, and this one was great. We've been going to couple's therapy, but we cancelled, skipped out, and saw "The Dark Knight Rises" together instead, and laughed at all our self conscious first date half jokes and held hands and swore at the right points in the movie, and gasped appropriately, too, and it was such a nice experience the weather did its awesome cloudy, warm, and electric thing for us as we left the theater.
Almost an Entire Another Week
I'm not sure I remember two weeks ago. It has been two weeks since I've saved any memories and the problem is: These memories are the ones that float so easily to the surface. If I try I'll still have them in a few years, if I try.
Yesterday
WEDNESDAY:
my sister's birthday, my brother in law authentically laughing at a joke I made; my sister holding my son and them laughing quietly, wholly, together.
TUESDAY:
Calming my son down, easing him into being away from his mother with hide and seek around a curtain and a shadow. Before that, the profile of my wife hunched curvaceously around her sewing machine.
MONDAY:
I went dancing, chatting with a blue solider girl from the video game Team Fortress 2. Before that I found my often lost often found white hooded sweater with my Ironic "Anachronism" tattoo on it. More importantly, I wished a friend happy birthday, he's 22 today, but he's older than me in the online spaces we share --far, far older than me, there, and so convinced I'm worth effort.
SUNDAY:
We had dinner with my wife's dad and his wife and us men went foraging for food (haha) and came back with far too much milk shake. During our foraging, it was nice to hear his spiritual nature manifest.
SATURDAY:
I must have spent with family as well, my wife and I watching television or what? Embarrassingly, I can't remember what I did last Saturday.
FRIDAY:
I also spent with my wife's dad's side of the family. We farted and laughed and watched the first two "Pirates of the Caribbean" movies.
. . . And I love this? I love holding my son, yes.
Yesterday
WEDNESDAY:
my sister's birthday, my brother in law authentically laughing at a joke I made; my sister holding my son and them laughing quietly, wholly, together.
TUESDAY:
Calming my son down, easing him into being away from his mother with hide and seek around a curtain and a shadow. Before that, the profile of my wife hunched curvaceously around her sewing machine.
MONDAY:
I went dancing, chatting with a blue solider girl from the video game Team Fortress 2. Before that I found my often lost often found white hooded sweater with my Ironic "Anachronism" tattoo on it. More importantly, I wished a friend happy birthday, he's 22 today, but he's older than me in the online spaces we share --far, far older than me, there, and so convinced I'm worth effort.
SUNDAY:
We had dinner with my wife's dad and his wife and us men went foraging for food (haha) and came back with far too much milk shake. During our foraging, it was nice to hear his spiritual nature manifest.
SATURDAY:
I must have spent with family as well, my wife and I watching television or what? Embarrassingly, I can't remember what I did last Saturday.
FRIDAY:
I also spent with my wife's dad's side of the family. We farted and laughed and watched the first two "Pirates of the Caribbean" movies.
. . . And I love this? I love holding my son, yes.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Reboot: August 2012
A reboot, yes. No voices but my own, no thoughts but mine. No fictions, no embellishments (unless otherwise noted).
A reboot. A start, because I love my life, and I want to document the things that I love, and that bring me peace. I don't write enough about those sorts of things on my other blog (fmfopl.blogspot.com). Over there it's all transitions and calms before storms.
Here, though --here I want to be happy memories. So, once a day, like an affirmation, or a prayer, or incantation, I'm going to write about at least one thing that brought me joy. Because it's Sunday, and I think I can do this, though the chronology may be mixed up, I'll recount one thing from each day that brought a smile to my face, or a mild (or more) euphoric moment to light.
MONDAY
At work on Monday, I hosted two interviews for an open position. I was appropriately dressed and appropriately vocal during both interviews and my boss complimented me on my performance after the second debriefing session. (On Thursday afternoon we unofficially finalized which three candidates would come back for second interviews.)
TUESDAY
Sat behind a local dairy queen, watching my son scarf down some soft serve and gum ineffectually at the soggy cone. It was warm and sunny and in addition to the two of us, my wife and another couple, some work friends, were there too. We all cooed and did the "Adults-adoring-a-tiny-human" thing, which was nice, but the happiness bursting from my son's face as he dove at the ice cream was I really remember.
WEDNESDAY
Laughed my ass off, sitting at a table of new friends, playing a role playing game like we were in high school. I find it mildly ridiculous, but I like all the other guys I do this with, and it's a social event where there's always delicious, delicious, healthy food and good beer. Super proper grown up nerd time.
THURSDAY
My wife had a friend over to do crafts --they're making cloth diapers for our son, so we can stop renting diapers from a service. The service is nice, and I'm sure there'll be days where we miss having unlimited diapers, but the monetary savings will be a really big help, and it's nice to see my wife actively creating and engaged with something. And I get to take care of our son while she's crafting, which is always a joy.
FRIDAY
Wife went out to the bar with for her mom's birthday, leaving me and my son home alone. This is awesome, but also scary since he's but a smart nine months old. He smacks his diaper if he's wet too long, and has a few favorite activities we can rotate through, including eating something, before he falls asleep in my arms, which is one of those hard wired "awwwww" moments you won't understand until it happens to you. (Even my telling you that, you can relate the situation to a similarly singular experience, but it doesn't actually come close.)
SATURDAY
Walked to the county fair with my wife and son, expecting corn dogs and elephant ears. Instead were treated to a goodly chunk of a jousting tournament, then a fresh steak dinner, replete with locally grown corn and someone's secret potato salad recipe.
SUNDAY
Sat and listened to early fighting stories from a friend's life in a far away state. This after my knees loosened up and we practiced martial arts for a few hours.
A reboot. A start, because I love my life, and I want to document the things that I love, and that bring me peace. I don't write enough about those sorts of things on my other blog (fmfopl.blogspot.com). Over there it's all transitions and calms before storms.
Here, though --here I want to be happy memories. So, once a day, like an affirmation, or a prayer, or incantation, I'm going to write about at least one thing that brought me joy. Because it's Sunday, and I think I can do this, though the chronology may be mixed up, I'll recount one thing from each day that brought a smile to my face, or a mild (or more) euphoric moment to light.
MONDAY
At work on Monday, I hosted two interviews for an open position. I was appropriately dressed and appropriately vocal during both interviews and my boss complimented me on my performance after the second debriefing session. (On Thursday afternoon we unofficially finalized which three candidates would come back for second interviews.)
TUESDAY
Sat behind a local dairy queen, watching my son scarf down some soft serve and gum ineffectually at the soggy cone. It was warm and sunny and in addition to the two of us, my wife and another couple, some work friends, were there too. We all cooed and did the "Adults-adoring-a-tiny-human" thing, which was nice, but the happiness bursting from my son's face as he dove at the ice cream was I really remember.
WEDNESDAY
Laughed my ass off, sitting at a table of new friends, playing a role playing game like we were in high school. I find it mildly ridiculous, but I like all the other guys I do this with, and it's a social event where there's always delicious, delicious, healthy food and good beer. Super proper grown up nerd time.
THURSDAY
My wife had a friend over to do crafts --they're making cloth diapers for our son, so we can stop renting diapers from a service. The service is nice, and I'm sure there'll be days where we miss having unlimited diapers, but the monetary savings will be a really big help, and it's nice to see my wife actively creating and engaged with something. And I get to take care of our son while she's crafting, which is always a joy.
FRIDAY
Wife went out to the bar with for her mom's birthday, leaving me and my son home alone. This is awesome, but also scary since he's but a smart nine months old. He smacks his diaper if he's wet too long, and has a few favorite activities we can rotate through, including eating something, before he falls asleep in my arms, which is one of those hard wired "awwwww" moments you won't understand until it happens to you. (Even my telling you that, you can relate the situation to a similarly singular experience, but it doesn't actually come close.)
SATURDAY
Walked to the county fair with my wife and son, expecting corn dogs and elephant ears. Instead were treated to a goodly chunk of a jousting tournament, then a fresh steak dinner, replete with locally grown corn and someone's secret potato salad recipe.
SUNDAY
Sat and listened to early fighting stories from a friend's life in a far away state. This after my knees loosened up and we practiced martial arts for a few hours.
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