I want...

Attachment is a powerful motivator.  Desire is one of the most insidious forms of attachment.  She creeps deep into our soul, drawing us towards that which fails to satisfy, ultimately leaving a trail of regret and disappointment in her path.

Lucky Me

Dear D,

It amazes me that I had the incredible fortune of marrying you.  When I think about how unlikely it is that we ever would have met, it makes me consider whether something more than chance brought us together. 

I am not completely sure why God put A in our path,  but I am once again in awe of your ability to accept me and my unconventional, sometimes burdensome ways.

I truly love you,

Dirk

Lester Burnham's at the lake.

I am writing this post while sitting at the cafe on the causeway up at the lake.  It is a beautiful day, but I am unfortunately working on my boat today instead of enjoying the lake.

A couple of the cadets came up to visit over the weekend and they had a fabulous time boarding, tubing and snorkeling.  My young protege was one of the visitors and it was really nice to spend some time with her.  I am getting a fair amount of flack from my family because of my relationship with her, but I am confident in my ability to maintain a healthy relationship.  My family trusts me, but are concerned about the risks inherent in this type of relationship.  I actually share some of those concerns as well.  I think it is good that "A" spends time with the family so they can get to know her and realize she is not a threat.  I am also hopeful that the better A knows D, the less likely she will get the wrong idea about the type of relationship we have.  I have had/have similar mentoring relationships with adolescent males but this is my first female. 

My relationship with A has has me thinking about my relationship with D.  A and I can talk for hours but D and I do not talk much.  I am determined to find ways to make my conversations with D more frequent and interesting.

Siren Songs Be Damned!

This past weekend was absofuckinglutely fabulous.  I took the cadet group up to my friends property in the White Mountains and we went for an eight mile hike and had a day of swimming and BBQ.  The kids were well behaved and the adults were too.  We had one cadet in particular that stands out. He had decided not to participate in the hike but another member of the staff convinced him otherwise.  He is overweight and out of shape but the staff member stayed with him and the young man completed the difficult eight mile trek. 

Another highlight of my weekend was snorkeling with the kids.  There was two in particular that stand out.  One has expressed desire to become a Navy seal and he was europhoric after snorkeling amongst the sea weeds and schools of fish.  When he thanked me I could feel the gratitude emanating from his soul.

My other young snorkeling companion was my seventeen year old protégé.  She is very bright and quickly grasped the technique of rising and diving.  I spent most of the time leading her but the few times she surged ahead I could not help but admire her beauty.  I am really wrestling with my feelings for her but I am absolutely confident that I will face down this challenge and emerge victorious over her unintentional siren songs.  I feel that this is a challenge I must face down so that I can continue to work with female adolescents without succumbing to the primal urges that accompany that work.  I have grown and matured so much over this past year and there will be no better time to put this weakness behind me.

I have a daughter?

Monday night we had an extended version of the men's therapy group wherein we all shared the sordid details of our past.  I won...  I definitely have had the most tragic life thus far.  A close second was a man who had a abusive alcoholic father that left when he was four.  We are all a pretty fucked up bunch though.  Father issues everywhere...

The funny thing is, I am definitely the happiest man in the group (currently).  Seems ironic...

I am becoming very close to the young cadet I am mentoring, perhaps too close.  I feel pretty safe but it is like skiing right to the edge of your ability and then pushing just a little more.  At some point I have to say the phrase "I view you as I would my own daughter" to her.  I don't have an issue with saying that, but I am fearful that she actually views our relationship in a slightly different light and I might push her away.  However, I still  have to say it.  I have to set the boundaries to preserve what is truly important to me; most importantly, my wonderful wife.  I owe her that.  Ego is such a powerful thing though. 

Another busy weekend

My weekend started at 4:00 AM Saturday when a tiny voice pierced my sleep.  "Mr. Early....  Are you awake?"  It belonged to B's girlfriend and she and I were about to head up to the White Mountains to watch B's first triathlon.  Our ride up was filled with pleasant conversation and I enjoyed talking with her.  B did very well at the triathlon, taking second place in his age group.

From there I was off to a family reunion for D's family at Lake Winnipesaukee.  It was nice to catch up with family I have not seen in a while.  I particularly enjoyed snorkeling with my niece and her friend as well as playing trucks on the beach with my nephew's young son.

Saturday night, D and I went to a friends house near Lake Winnipesaukee.  My friend is also an officer at the  cadet group and we planned to inspect field gear that was stored at his house including backpacks and tents in preparation for an upcoming encampment.

I have been doing exceptionally well from an emotional perspective and I am not even  worried about when my mood will change.  Life is good at this moment :-)

Happy 4th!

This past weekend was a short one compared with most people as I had to work yesterday.  However with the unemployment  rate at 9% or better, I am grateful to be working.  Saturday we worked around the house and Sunday we went up to my in-laws camp for some wake-boarding.  Both boys along with their girlfriends joined us at the lake.

I have been mentoring a young lady from the cadet program and we have been communicating on a daily basis.  She was raised in the inner-city and has experienced  much more pain and hardship in her short 17 years then many would experience in an entire lifetime.  I view her as I would my own daughter (for the most part) but I am aware that she could develop more romantic feelings towards me.  I have been very careful to keep our conversations free of any hint of intimacy and she has not indicated anything other then an interest in a fatherly figure.  She is traveling abroad for the next few weeks with no access to phone or email and I would be less then honest if I didn't say that I will miss our daily exchange.  She has proved to be a source of joy for me and I look forward to her return

Life is pretty damn good.... really!

It has been a while since my last post....  sorry.  I have been spending my coffee shop time writing my first short story.  The circumstances of my life have changed dramatically and I can honestly say that I am happy today.  That's right... happy.  This is the first time I have emerged from a depression without the assistance of medication.  This morning I drove to the coffee shop in my sons little sportscar with the sunroof open and John Mayer blaring from Pandora.  I felt joy in my heart and wore a smile on my face as I passed under the trees and I actually noticed how beautiful the morning is.  So what has changed?

I made my first movie (and made a bunch of new friends in the process)

I wrote my first short story which received excellent reviews

I am very involved in the cadet program

I am mentoring a young lady

B received his offer letter and I will be paying $20,000 LESS for tuition this year

I joined a mens therapy group and I have attended two sessions

I have had two individual  sessions with a therapist I really like

J is working

D is happy (and going to the gym losing 25 lbs)

B continues to excel at pretty much  everything

During our last mens group meeting everyone had to update the group on what was happening in their life.  As I listened to a massive amount  of misery (mostly related to jobs and wives) I felt strangely out of place.  When it came to my turn I had to reach into the past to pull out some darkness as I did not want to be the one happy guy amongst a bunch of very sad men.

Update

The wireless connection has been down at the coffee shop so it has been difficult to update my blog.

Life is pretty damned good right now -

I am pretty happy

Family is great

I just made twenty or so friends while filming a movie

I start with a mens group next week

I have found a great therapist

I have a moderate interest in not dying

More later...

Misery loves company

Sometimes, I wish my life was as miserable as I feel... 

Camping?

I write this post from my in-laws somewhat plush, RV trailer located in the lakes region of central NH.  I am drinking Starbucks INSTANT coffee and we have no TV or Internet... and I like it.  It's no Walden pond, but it feels really nice to be away from the house.  We have been coming up for the past few weekends to prepare the trailer for the arrival of D's elderly parents.  Generally we help them open it, but decided to do it ourselves this year to spare them the effort.

Yesterday I took the cadet group for a hike south of Boston.  We had a great day and  I thoroughly enjoyed watching them navigate with map and compass using the skills that I taught them.

Write me in

Last night I went to my first writers group meeting.  The introductions went something like this:

Hello, my name is Ralph and I have been writing for 20 years as a reporter and columnist among other things.


My name is Liz and I just published my third book!

My name is Bob and I just retired after 40 years as a newspaper and magazine editor.


My name is Dirk and I have been writing for three months...

Eh, everyone laughed.  The truth  is, most of the members are new and everyone is very nice.  I look forward to the next meeting.  I was selected to present a writing at the next gathering and decided that I would not base the character on my life, but write something completely new.  Last night a wrote a page and it was a struggle!

Nice Mugs - Part VIII

“Well, aren’t you a little puritan,” Micayla says leaning back in her chair. 

“Look, I am just a simple man, from a small town in the back woods of Maine.  I like my truck with big tires, my boat with a fast engine and my woman with....”  I trail off. 

“Tits and a pussy?” Micayla says lifting her brow and displaying a sardonic grin. 

“Yeah, tits and a pussy.  THAT'S what I like”. 

“Let me guess...  You like big tits, right?” She sneers at me.  

“Actually, I like firm tits.”  I smile back at her. 

“Well then, you will like these,”  she says placing her hands under her apple-sized breasts. 

My face flushes and I quickly glance around the coffee shop.  Confident no one has seen Micayla’s provocative gesture, I stare out the front window while anxiously fidgeting with my hands.  Turning back to Micayla I say “Are they..... uh.... real?” 

"Real?" Micayla laughs loudly throwing her head back and banging her hand on the table "Real?" she says again.  "Define real?" She continues to laugh obviously enjoying my discomfort.

"You know what I mean." I say as I feel my face turns red.

“They are six thousand dollars worth of real,”  she replies proudly.  She hesitates for a moment studying my face.  “You want to touch them, don’t you?” 

“No... no, not at all,” I snap at her. 

Micayla laughs as she stares at me intently leaning her chair back.  Suddenly she leans in towards me so her face is six inches away from mine.  “It doesn’t make you gay you know.”  She smiles at me and leans back. 

I sit there saying nothing.  My head is swirling with a myriad of thoughts and emotions.

Making Movies!

Monday started out really rough, but progressively improved throughout the day.  I had no motivation  to work; most of the morning I focused on my writing instead. 

At 5:00, I met with a psychologist to discuss joining a men's therapy group he leads.  He considers me a good fit and the group starts in June.

I headed home from there as my boys were cooking dinner for me and D in celebration of our 24th wedding anniversary.  I was in a great mood and dinner was fabulous.  I spent the night writing while watching a movie with the family.

Checking my email later, I discovered that a local film producer invited me to help him produce a short film as part of the 48 Hour Film contest!  I was up until 3 AM thinking about scripts, but I am definitely a happy camper today!

Nice Mugs Part VII

“You know, I actually feel a bit relieved.” I said.  “The truth is, I am not really a “pick ‘em up” kinda guy.  When you asked me to sit down, I was a bit nervous about where this was going to go.  I am truly in love with my wife but, as you know, I have a wandering eye.   “Wow!  You have a really tough life Dirk”. Micayla looked at me sarcastically.  "Sorry, my petty little issues must seem trivial to you".  Micayla looked out the front window.  "No, not trivial.  Just normal.  My issues, on the other hand..." She drifted off.  "What was the end result of your lawsuit?" I asked.  "The judge said that I was anatomically a man, so I would have to use the male restroom.  But after a few beatings at the hands of the morally superior high school boys, I resorted to using the bathroom in the nurses office."  Micalya looked down at her cup.  “Micalya.”  She looked up into my eyes.  “I am sorry that happened to you.”  “Eh, it’s no big deal.  That which does not kill us...”  “So, do you have a... a boyfriend?”  “Why, are you interested?” Her eyes twinkled with delight.  “Sorry, I am married.  Otherwise...” I said pointing at my ring.  “Damn, all the good guys are either gay or taken”  “Aren’t you gay?” I asked. “Well, I guess if you want to get all technical about it.  Actually, if you really must know, I play for both teams.”  “Really?  Bow chica bow wow.”  “Yeah, some of the surplus equipment actually comes in handy.”  “Yuck!  To much information.” I hold up my hands feigning disgust.

Are we happy?

Somewhere inside of me, there is a happy man seeking liberation.  I have met this man on occasion, but I have not seen him in a long time.  I do most of the things that generally precede his appearance; exercise, act selflessly, take my vitamins, minimize stress and live a life that reflects my belief system.  But lately, he has been reclusive.  I met this man once when he was a young boy.  We met in a meadow filled with beautiful wildflowers that undulated in the warm breeze under a bright yellow sun.  Sparrows and meadowlarks whirled and turned in an aerial display above the gentle hills.  A crystal clear brook meandered through the field, babbling as it fell from rock to pool.  Tall, snow-capped mountains pierced the sky in the distance.  I watched the child as he ran through the field, brushing past colorful posies and sunflowers, happily laughing as he went, apparently without a care in the world.  I wondered, how can that be?  I was confused and bewildered as I had not expected this young person to be so happy.  I walked through the field and the boy approached me.  "Hello." he said in a clear bright voice.  He looks to be about six years old with bright blue eyes and longish blond hair.  "Hello." I replied.  "What is your name?" he asked.  "Dirk" I said.  "Hey, that's my name!" he replied with a broad smile.  "Yes."  I smiled back looking down at the young boy.  "It is a beautiful day." he said looking up at me with sparkling eyes.  "Yes, it is." I replied lifting my face to the sun.  "Well, it was nice to meet you Sir." said the boy extending his hand and looking up at my face.  "It was nice to meet you Dirk." I replied grasping his hand with a firm, but gentle grip.  "I have to go now." he said with a questioning look on his face.  "I know." I watched him as he ran off, zigzagging through the tall grass and wind-blown flowers without any apparent destination, eventually fading into the vibrant colors of the field.  I turned and began walking back.  "...three, two, one and your back with us now Dirk".  I opened my eyes and looked around the office.  The antique clock ticked loudly on the mantle as I attempted to get my bearings.  "How do you feel Dirk?"  I turned and my gaze rested on the middle-aged man seated across from me.  He had a notebook on his lap and a concerned look on his face.  "I met him." I said as my eyes began to well up.  He handed me a box of tissues which a waved away and instead rubbed at my eyes with my fists chocking back the tears.  "He was happy." I said haltingly.  "I don't understand.  I don't ever remember him being happy."

Happy Mothers Day.... D.

The wind is out of the north this morning making for a chilly jeep ride into town this morning. 

Saturday I worked all day and yesterday I split and stacked a cord of wood with some help from B who was home for Mothers Day.  D was pleasantly surprised when B knocked on the door at 7 AM carrying a plate of eggs and toast  for her. 

Watching B express his love for his Mom made me think about my mother.  I don't recall any details of celebrating Mothers Day with her, although I suspect I probably did.  But I would have done so out of sense of duty, not love.  When I think of my Mom, what come to mind are clinical terms that describe our relationship including failure to bond, abuse and abandonment.  I think that this condition, what some call "insecure attachment disorder" are  likely at the root of my many emotional challenges.  Perhaps there is some therapy that may address some of these issues.

A mixed bag

Wednesday I picked up my sister and brought her back to her apartment.  She is actually doing surprisingly well.  I am checking in with her daily now and hopefully we can head off any returns to the psych ward. 

I am actually doing a bit better myself.  Fuck the IRS...  I will figure this shit out somehow.  I am getting a bit of my focus back so perhaps I can rally myself to actually find some new business and make even MORE money  so I can pay even MORE taxes...  Fuck me.

J decided that mud truck racing was more important that than being home for Mothers Day.  He did get her a card and gift but I am becoming very suspicious of the source of his cash, especially when he pays me his snowmobile payment in crisp $100 bills.  When I asked him where he got the money, he said he saved it.  Yeah, bullshit.  I  predict a battle in the very near future.  I am not taking money that he did not earn honestly.  I hope I am wrong.

Last night I drove all the way to B's college to pick him up in the jeep so that he could come home and get his car as he plans to surprise his mom tomorrow morning with breakfast in bed.  What a good boy...

Off to the Loonie Bin!

My sister is back in the psychiatric hospital.  I think I might just join her.  It would be nice to just kick back in my room and do nothing all day.  The reality is that I have been moderately depressed for about six months now.  I refuse to take medication but I did break down and call my therapist.  I am definitely addicted to TV and laziness and I need to shake myself free from those shackles.   "Hello, my name is Dirk Smiley and I am a clickerholic".  Ok, I said it.  Now what the fuck do I do about it.  I am tempted to just shut off the damn cable.  But I am stronger than that.  I should be able to control myself and act more responsibly.  Tonight D has her book club so at least I will not be wasting this evening watching reruns of Deadliest Catch.  Instead, I will work a long day so I can have the whole weekend to work on my jeep and yard chores.  Maybe I will even go kayaking with D.

Wish Granted!

It is a beautiful, sunny day in the town square today.  Even though the thermometer displayed 36 degrees this morning, I drove my jeep into town for the first time in quite a while.  The only problem is that my fingers aren't working so well for  typing :-)

B is home from college and his new girlfriend is coming to spend a couple of days with us.  She is a sweet girl and I look forward to getting to know  here.

I am in a better mood today and hopefully I can make some headway on my dire financial situation.

There will be a new update to "Nice Mugs!" soon.  I have just hit a bit of a writers block. :-)

Here comes the sun.... NOT!

As you know, I am not generally swayed emotionally by the weather.   However, where the fuck is the Sun!  This nasty New England weather is not helping my mood. 

Nice Mugs - Part VI

“So, you think  I’m attractive?” Micayla looked down at her half-eaten biscotti.  “Absolutely” I replied.  “I saw you giving me the once-over.”  She  laughed.  “Was I that obvious?”  “Absolutely.” She chuckled.  “Don’t worry...  I don’t mind.  Men are made to feel guilty for looking at woman when they are simply engaged in the process of natural selection.”  She grinned at me.  Micayla placed her mug to her lips taking a deep drink of her coffee.  I stared at her slender neck and watched her Adams apple moving up and down.  She exhaled, set her mug down on the table and looked at my face.  However, I was still looking at her throat and then slowly, I drew my eyebrows down and my eyes began to darken.  A grimace spread across my face, my shoulders stiffened and I looked up towards Micayla’s eyes.  Noticing the sudden change in my disposition, Micayla sat up straight and appeared very nervous holding her mug with both hands.  “Mikey?” I said tersely through pursed lips.  “What?” She looked defensive and her eyes began to scan the room.  “Short for Michael I presume?”  She took in a deep breath and once again took a swallow of her coffee.  Suddenly, she relaxed and turning towards me said “Yeah, Michael”.  “You were in the paper.”  I said quietly.  “Something about using the girls room at the High School” a few years back.  “Yep.  Fucking assholes expected me to piss in the boys room.”  She leaned back in her chair, suddenly very confident, one arm across the back of her seat looking over my shoulder out the front window.  Her right leg, crossed across the left, bounced up and down in rhythm with the soft music playing in the background.  “What the fuck.”  I slumped back in my chair and pushed it away from the table ever so slightly.  “Well, it was nice talking with you Mr. Smiley.  Have a great life!”    “Yeah” I mumbled.  My mind was racing and I could feel my heart beating rapidly against my chest, pumping blood to my flushed face.  I began get up from the chair and as I looked towards Micalya with a look of disgust, I could see her eyes welling up with moisture.  “This is fucked up” I said to her as I picked up my backpack.  Micayla said nothing in return.  I looked around the coffee shop wondering how many people knew the dark secret I had just stumbled upon.  It was a small town and Micalya’s  lawsuit was prominently reported in all the local papers and even the Boston TV stations had picked up her contentious battle with the local school board.  I looked towards Micayla again, and although she had turned away from me trying to hide her emotions, I could see a tear rolling down her cheek.“  “Fuck me” I said as I dropped my backpack and sat back down in the chair.  “Your a guy?” I said again as if there existed some possibility that I was wrong.  “No, I am most definitely a girl” Micayla replied firmly as she turned towards me looking straight into my eyes.  “But you have a rather large Adams apple” I said pointing towards her neck.  “Yeah, and a few other appendages that might surprise you as well” she said fiercely.  She stared at me intently, her eyes blazing.  “But make no mistake, I am the same girl that you wanted to fuck not so long ago”.  I leaned back in my chair trying to make some sense of the chaos that had suddenly descended upon the coffee shop without any warning.  “You’ll have to forgive me, but I am having a difficult time processing everything that just happened.”  “Nothing happened.  You simply acquired some information you had not anticipated.  Everything is exactly as it was a few moments ago.”  I glanced down towards her crotch without even thinking.  “Looking for something Mr. Smiley?”  “No.... I just...  This is all just a little bizarre.”  I leaned forward placing my elbows on the table and began to rub my temples.  “Would you like me to rub your head?” Micayla snickered.  “No” I said defensively waving her off.  I folded my hands and placed them on the table.  Taking a deep breath and relaxing my shoulders, I rolled my head from side to side.  Micayla kept glancing in my direction as she continued to scan the room nervously.  “Well, I will tell you one thing” I said smiling again.  “No offense, but there is no chance in hell that I will be cheating on my wife with you!”  I laughed heartily and Micayla after holding back for a moment, began to chuckle then she burst into laughter as well.

Mixin' it up

This weekend was a mixed bag with work, art, socializing and slothness.  I had to work all weekend, but I took four hours off Saturday for a "Five Minute Art" show with my new group of creative friends; writers, directors, actors, artists etc...  I am not particularly drawn to fine art, but I admire contemporary art and I am working hard to make more contacts in the film industry.  Now that I am interacting more with creative people, I am finding myself drawn into their community.  Many of my new friends are unusual in some way and I seem to fit right in.  I think that most of them are introverts which strikes me as a bit odd.  The idea behind a five minute art show is that you spend at least five minutes each with five different pieces of art, then discuss them as a group.

My first attempt at writing a short story (Nice Mugs) continues but I have been struggling a bit with a lack of creativity (and motivation).  Hopefully I will have a some more material soon.

Nice Mugs - Part V

“I told her that I met up with a friend.”  “So we’re friends now?” Micayla looked at me with a devilish grin.  “For now” I replied slyly. “What is your last name Dirk?”  “Smiley” I said beaming from ear to ear.”  “No, really...” she replied.  I persisted. “I’m not kidding.  My last name is Smiley”.  “Huh...  Interesting.  I have never heard of anyone with the last name of Smiley.  So Mr. Smiley, where are we going with this?”  “Well, I was thinking we could go get a hotel room and get right to it.” I said without missing a beat.  “What, no mental foreplay?”  No chit chat?  Get to know each other a bit?”  She looked at me with a raised brow.   I laughed heartily.  “Well..., I guess we could start with that.  But I don’t have all day so we’ll have to make it quick.” I said gesturing at my watch.   “Ok...  So, what is your favorite color Miss Marconi?”  “Black.” she replied then sat backing waiting for my response.  “Black?...” I repeated.  “Now that is unusual.”  “Just like me”  she replied.  Now I sat back sizing up my new friend.  I leaned forward staring intently into her eyes.  “You know what I really want?”  “Yes, I think I do”  Micayla grinned impishly.  “I would like to get to know you and become fabulous friends while avoiding physical intimacy.”  “Yeah....” she replied.  “Like that is even possible.  Men like you are driven by conquest.”  “But that is my point exactly” I replied enthusiastically.  “We do the chit chat blah blah blah thing.  And not to be presumptuous, but lets say we end up in bed.  That fucks everything up!  No pun intended.  I think it would be really cool to have a non-physical intimate relationship with someone like you because I get most of what an affair has to offer without crossing that final boundary.”  “So you are not attracted to me?” she said matter of factly.  “Nooo....  I mean yes, I am attracted to you.”  I laughed.  “But it is not just about sex and physical attraction.  My wife is my best friend, but sometimes you want to be with someone that is not your best friend.  And I admit that I am drawn to young attractive woman that are interesting, intelligent and confident.  Perhaps that makes me shallow, but at least I am honest.”

Nice Mugs - Part IV

“Well... that was interesting.” I looked at Micayla with an inquisitive look on my face.  “He is just an asshole” she grimaced.  Her hands seemed to be shaking a bit as she raised her mug to her lips.  She swallowed her coffee and took a deep breath.   “Mikey was my nickname in high school, but I am definitely not Mikey anymore.  I have moved on but clearly Nick has not.”  “That’s  cool.”  I grinned at her.  “So how is it that you can hang out at the coffee shop?  Don’t you work” Micayla asked.  “Yes, I  work very hard.  Fortunately I work for myself so I can come and go as I please.  Plus, I work in IT so we keep rather odd hours.”  Micayla suddenly stood up and  looked towards the front counter.  “I am getting a refill.  You want anything?”  “No, thanks.  I am good.”  She turned and walked towards the counter.  I stared at her ass shamelessly as she walked away.  Round and firm, she kept herself in excellent shape.  I wondered if she went to the gym.  Perhaps even the one I belonged to.  I spent at least two hours a day either lifting weights or doing some type of cardio.  I was inspired to pump iron after watching the movie “American Beauty” and realizing  that my life was pathetically similar to the film’s protagonist, Lester Burnham, a middle-aged loser with a dead-end job at an advertising company.  In the movie, Lester realizes that he has lost his zest for life and experiences a life-altering transformation that includes whipping his pot-bellied body back into shape.  My phone began to vibrate and I retrieved it from my coat pocket.  I looked down and the large LCD displayed my wife’s picture.  “Hey Donna.” I spoke softly into the little device. “Hey Dirk, are you at work yet?”   “No, I am still at the coffee shop.”  “Your running  late today...”.  Her voice had a questioning tone to it.  “Yeah, I, uh... met  a friend.  We are just chatting a bit.’”  “Ok.  Well, call me later.  We need to talk about going to see Will tonight.”  “Ok, I will call or text you when I get to work.  We planned to drive over to Amherst to see our youngest son at college later in the evening.  Micayla was walking back  towards me and I furtively ran my eyes up and down her body trying not to be obvious.  She had a very small chest, but an athletic, almost boyish figure.  As she sat down in her chair I began to think about how Donna would feel about me talking with Micayla.  After almost thirty years together, we trust each other completely and other then one stupid affair twenty years ago, I have never violated the sanctity of our marriage.  But, like many other men following their primeval instincts, I still relish the hunt and love to think that I can “get the girl” and bring her back to my cave.  “Was that your wife of twenty four years on the phone?”  “Yes.”  “Did you tell her that you were hitting on some strange girl in the coffee shop?”  “Not exactly” I replied.  I grinned at her swiping some crumbs off of the table.

Nice Mugs - Part III

Raising slightly from my seat, I extended my hand across the table " My name is Dirk".  She reached out and clasped my hand firmly, surprising me with her strong grip.  "Micayla Marconi".  Her bright hazel eyes searched my face intently as if she was anticipating a reaction.  Suddenly she realized that she was still holding my hand and dropping her eyes, withdrew her hand quickly with a nervous laugh.  "So, are you from around here?" I asked taking a sip from my latte, cradling the large white porcelain mug with two hands.  A deep frown furrowed her eyebrows.  "Are you kidding me?  Really?  Is that the best you can come up with?  You set some pretty high expectations with the whole mug reflects personality bit.”  I looked around the shop nervously and started to think about why I was even sitting across the table from this young woman that I had never met before.  I had been coming to this coffee shop for a few years now, and while I knew most of the regulars, she was not one of them.  “You asked me why I was here..” I shifted my eyes back to her face noticing she wore just a hint of makeup.  “You now, I am not sure why I come here day after day. A few years ago I was struggling with some emotional issues and I started going to the coffee shop because I was a bit lonely I suppose.”  “Yeah, I know that feeling.” Micayla broke of a piece of her biscotti popping it in her mouth.  “Hey Mikey!” A loud voice pierced our conversation.  Micayla looked behind me and I turned to see a young man standing at the counter pouring sugar into his coffee.  “It’s Micayla, not Mikey” she replied angrily to the lanky blond-haired man.  He was wearing large work boots and a bulky Carhartt winter jacket.  “Whatever Mikey” he said smiling.   He winked at me saying  “Good luck” with a sarcastic tone.  Then throwing a dismissive wave in our direction he sauntered out the front door chuckling.

Blah blah blah

It is a cold grey day in the  blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.  Blah blah blah blah.

Blah blah.

Nice Mugs (cont'd)

"Well, when I analyze the juxtaposition of the artwork on your mug, it clearly indicates a predilection for jazz." I said.  "Yeah, I don't think so" she replied looking down at her book.  "Or perhaps it was the enthusiasm with which you were tapping your fingers in time with John Coltrane?"  I asked mustering the wittiest look I could.  What about the puppy dogs?" she asked without looking up.  "Everyone loves puppy dogs" I replied with a smug look on my face.  She laughed and looked up at me, silent for a moment.  "You are a bit odd aren't you?".  "You think?" I replied.  "I don't mean in a bad way.  More like interesting odd..." she trailed off looking out the front window.  I could sense some emotional pain in her blank stare.  "...and married?" she said glancing at my ring finger. "24 years with the greatest woman in the world" I replied."  "Why are you here" she asked starkly.  "Apparently to meet you".  "Ha...  Not likely she said looking down at her book again.  "Why are you here?" I asked.  "Not to meet you" she replied.  "I stood there for a moment, unsure what to do next.  The coffee shop was rapidly filling with patrons and I was beginning  to feel out of place standing next to her table. "Are you just going to stand there all day or are you going to sit down and have a proper conversation with me?" she asked flashing a toothy grin.  I smiled, set my backpack down, then sat down across the table from her.

Nice Mugs...

It's a cold cloudy day in the town square this morning.  The weather reflects my somber gray mood.  I have been in a bit of a funk for the past month or so and I just can't seem to shake it.  When I become melancholy, my wandering eye is much more active.  Couple that with the recent argument I had with D and I am well positioned to completely fuck up my life.  Thankfully I recognize the temporal nature of any encounter I may have and I steer clear of any opportunities that could turn into something ugly.  But, I still think....  Yes, and I use the word "think" loosely. 

Recently I had a brief conversation with a young woman at the coffee shop.  I arrived later then usual and she walked in a bit later.  She ordered a coffee and a biscotta then sat down directly across from my table.  I caught her eye for a moment and she responded with the briefest of smiles.  Producing a paperback from her pocketbook she began to read while nibbling on her twice-baked cookie.  I closed my laptop and stood up placing it in my bag.  I then carried my dishes up to the counter, returned to my table and slung my pack over my shoulder heading towards  the door.  As I walked by her table I noticed her coffee mug.  It was an odd green color with some funky letters on it and appeared to be some type of homemade ceramic.  "Nice mug" I said as I walked by her table.  "Thank you" she replied looking up at me.  She had a beautiful smile and I paused by her table for a moment.  "I picked it up at the thrift shop" she continued.  "Really?" I asked.  "It is very unusual.  You know..." I paused as I looked intently into her face.  She had hazel eyes, a small upturned nose and prominent cheek bones.  I colorful scarf was wrapped around her neck and she wore a green wool sweater that did not accentuate her small pert breasts.  "Coffee mugs almost always reflect the personality of the owner" I continued.  "Oh really" she asked tilting her head a bit to the side her mouth curling upward with a sly grin.  "Definitely"  I replied.  "And what would my mug say about me?"  "Well..."  I started as I looked down at the unusual container.  "I think it says that you have a real sense of style, you look for the interesting things in life, you like traditional jazz music with a lot of saxophone and you love cute puppy dogs."  "Ok, I will give you points one and two... but you need to explain points two and three" she said as she leaned back in her chair.

Move over Spielberg

I really don't mind when it snows in  April.  I know that it will not last and I have thoroughly enjoyed this winter.  While I am ready for summer, I know that here in New England, it will come soon enough.

Wednesday night I went to a mini-premier of six short movies created locally.  They were all pretty good, but my real purpose in attending was to meet some people involved in the movie-making business.  I was fortunate enough to meet a local writer/director and we had a great conversation.  He said that I could work with him on his next movie which begins filming in May.  I am super psyched about this opportunity and I have become slightly obsessed with thinking about script ideas and Oscar speeches :-)

Fuck You!

Dear Dad,

I am doing pretty well, thanks.  You have not heard from me in a while because I am really struggling with our relationship.  I spend a lot of time with R and as I watch her struggle to simply survive day to day, I become very angry with you.  I don't understand how you can completely ignore, and have no apparent interest in your own daughter!  Based on what I have been told, you are completely responsible for the trauma that destroyed her life and yet you take no responsibility for your actions or, deny what you have been accused of.  So that leaves me with a gaping wound that will not heal with time alone.  So forgive me if I don't contact you on a more regular basis.  I am probably too busy driving down to one of the many psychiatric hospitals R has been admitted to, or perhaps I am visiting her in the hospital after she broke her leg when she fell down for no apparent reason.  I might be just spending the day with her trying to be a good brother helping her to find some reason to continue on with her incredibly difficult existence as she tries to answer the question "why did this happen to me?"  I am sure you are very busy with your house in Florida and all the money your wife inherited.  Your probably occupied with planning how to spend the rest of your retirement while I encourage R to simply venture from her apartment and play bingo with the ladies that live in the building. 

I will try to be a better son, but I am awfully busy being a good brother.

Dirk

Folgers Weekend

D and I spent the weekend up in Rangely ME with friends.  They have a beautiful place on Mooselookmeguntic Lake right in the heart of snowmobiling country.  D hung out with her friends while our host took me out for some of the best sledding of my life.  However, he liked the rough back-country trails and my sled is really not made for that type of terrain.  However, with a little persuasion (and a lot shoveling) we managed to get through the trails. 

The deer and moose signs were everywhere (I had moose shit on my sled) and we often had to reduce speeds or risk running into one of these big creatures.

It was almost surreal coming home and realizing it was time to rake the yard as we had been post-holing in 3 - 4 feet of the white stuff every time we ventured off trail for the past three days.


Sledding season is over for me and J, and while it was a great one, I am looking forward to the warmer weather.

PS.  Why the title "Folgers Weekend"?  That was their coffee brand... Yuck :-)  The best part of waking up is definitely NOT Folgers in your cup.  Yes, I am a coffee snob.

Raising J

"How many of hours of community service do you have left to complete?" I asked J as I drove him to work.  I don't normally like to have difficult conversations with him before he starts his work day, but I am quickly heading into panic mode with March 31 (the last day for him to finish his community service) looming in about two weeks.  "I have 28 hours left" he replied.  I know he did not do any community service this past weekend and I am really pissed about it.  "J, I am going to lose my mind" I said in an exasperated voice.  "I am literally going to have a nervous breakdown because you are making a really bad decision and you will be going back to jail" I continued.  He sat there without saying anything.  I could see that he was pissed but I didn't care anymore.  I had to shake him into reality so that he would realize how incredibly stupid he was acting.  "Dad, I have a plan; I will get it done" he said.  "I assume your plan is to work for the Park/Rec dept?" I asked.  "What if they manager is on vacation next week?  What if he can't give you work?  What if you end up in the hospital because of your back?  Your cutting this way to close and your risking your freedom for... for...  what?" I sputtered.  At that I shut up and pulled into the gas station so he could get his coffee.  When he got back to the car I was quiet for a few minutes then I said quietly "J, I just don't want you to go back to jail".  We drove in silence for a few more minutes then I asked him some questions about work to try and get him back into a better frame of mind before we arrived at his worksite. 

Recently I had a conversation with D about adopting an older child.  Perhaps I should rethink that... 

Called to Serve

It is a quiet day in the town square today.  I was able to park directly in front of the coffee shop.  I suspect people are having a difficult time with their morning routines due to the transition to daylight savings time. 

I enjoyed teaching the cadets winter survival techniques this past weekend.  We made Quinzee's (snow caves)  but unfortunately, with the warm weather we could not sleep in them because as I was concerned about the snow house collapsing in the middle of the night.  We still slept outside with temps in the mid thirties.  We went for a snowshoe hike after dark under the watchful gaze of the crescent moon.  The woods were drenched in the moonlight and out we could see perfectly without flashlights.  I really enjoy spending time with the kids.  My former 1st Sargent has left the program, but came back as an officer to help out.  As we were preparing to leave he said to me "Officer E, earlier today you challenged us to live the life of our dreams.  I want you to know that I dream about becoming just like you."  I stepped back for a moment and looked at this young man and who he had become.  Wearing civilian clothes and sporting a close-shaven beard and mustache, he was unlike the young adolescent I first met many years ago.  He was shipping out to Paris Island in July to begin a new phase of his life as a Marine.  While I was proud of the influence I had upon him (although I was extremely disappointed he did not go to college before the military) I couldn't help but wonder if I would one day receive that phone call that no one involved with the military ever wants to get.  "Thank you Morales" I said as I extended my hand.  "I am sure you will make us proud".  While I was saddened to see him put in harms way, I knew that the skills I had taught him would make him a better Marine.

Back with the cadets

This weekend I am taking the cadets up to a friends property in the White Mountains for a winter survival trip. 
They have done most of the planning of the event and I am really looking forward to it. We will be making Quinzees (snow caves) to sleep in, as well as learning  how to make a fire from flint and steel.  Sunday I will  teach them how to cook scrambled eggs using nothing more than boiling water and a ziploc bag.  We have a new staff member that is very interested in outdoor and survival activities and he will be coming along with us.  

Spring soon?

It raining in the town square today.  The snow banks are quickly receding and we will be back sitting out on the sidewalk before you know it.  They are still  getting snow up north so the winter survival encampment I am planning for the cadet group should go well next week.

It was nice to see  B for the past few days, although we really did not do much together as I have been working  non-stop.  He continues to talk about grad school and his plans to be a doctor which makes me very happy.

Prayers answererd...

Dear God,

I am sorry I was so pissed off at you when B got sick and had to come home early from his Spring Break Alternative trip.  I am still supremely disappointed, but I acknowledge that I am a mere mortal with little to no knowledge of your grand plan. 

However, I am VERY, VERY grateful that B has been selected as an RA for next year, entitling him to free room and meals.  I prayed to you to help me find a way to pay for his tuition, and you responded in kind.  Thank you...

Testing my faith...

We received a call from B.  He has a fever of 103 and we have to pick him up from his spring break alternative trip.  This fucking sucks!  Why in the world would God deny him this opportunity?  I am so fucking pissed right now.

Motor???

Z,

As you might expect, I not only have a motor in my sled, but quite a powerful one.  High performance carbs, tuned exhaust, 7 inch handlebar riser and a racing clutch.  It is my baby...  Old, but trusty. 

Old sled given new life!

Saturday I worked on my sled all day, installing a new seat cover and 7" handlebar risers.  Sunday I went sledding in the mountains of Maine with J and some friends.  Other then my seat falling off before we even left the parking lot (in my rush, I forgot to bolt it down :-) we had a fabulous day.  The conditions were near perfect and now that I can stand while riding, I can not only keep up with J, but even challenge him a bit.  Not bad for an old man.  Yesterday was also a satisfying day because the last time J was with these particular friends, he had a nasty fight with one of them.  I had encouraged J to reach out to my friend and yesterdays ride was a result of that effort. 

B sent me an email over the weekend telling me he had dropped his phone in the toilet.  It is a brand new phone and I think he had an expectation that we were going to replace it for him immediately.  Yeah, I don't think so.  He skyped  me last night, but I did not talk with him for very long because he was pissed that we said he would have to use his old phone for a while.  Tough love...

Dear Son...

February 14, 2011

Dear B,

I trust that your week of SBA is going well.  Hopefully you are experiencing the opportunity to make a meaningful difference in someone's life.  I expect you are also enjoying the time spent with your fellow humanitarians and it is proving to be a bonding experience.

I would say that I was proud of you, but I suspect you are growing weary of, and perhaps indifferent to my approbation.  Rather, I shall share my hopes for your future life.  Most importantly, I pray that you will follow a path, that while influenced by those around you, is the result of the dreams that emanate from your own heart.  As you navigate among the many choices before you, do not shy away from that which might feel daunting or uncomfortable.  It is through pain and challenge that we realize meaningful spiritual growth.  Our inner strength is forged by overcoming seemingly insurmountable difficulties.  Our willingness to fail illuminates our ability to succeed.  Oddly enough, it is often fear of success, that prevents one from realizing their full potential.  Do not let meaningless shackles constrain you from reaching for the stars.  You will stumble, you will fall...  But if you stay true to yourself, you will realize success, however you define it.

In our interconnected world of digital, neural networks, access to information, both useful and otherwise, can be overwhelming.  The urge to stay connected is compelling and can overshadow the real world and all the sensorial opportunities it has to offer.  Can you recall any text messages or ESPN updates that were truly memorable?  Yet, I am sure you recall a night when you stared up at the moon, watching, as the earth cast a shadow over the planetoid.  Or perhaps a brisk summer morning, up in the woods of Maine, watching the mist rise from the lake, while a family of ducks wandered down the beach.  It is these fleeting glimpses of nature's beauty that color our lives, and remind us that we are all part of something much more grand.  The materialistic world of shiny cars, big houses and large screen tv's, matters little in comparison.

These days, your mother and I watch you from afar, but we are often delighted by the choices you make.  When we came to visit you last fall, you shared with us a glimpse into your new life away from home.  As we walked around the lecture hall, and I listened to you describe your learning experience, it struck me that we brought a boy to college in August, but went to visit a man in October.  I am proud of you B.  You're a good man and I am honored to be your father.

Enjoy your time away B.  Just remember to stop for a moment, raise your head, and greet the wind as it passes by.

Love,

Dad

Stop and look up... Appreciate the wonder that is your life.

The eastern sky displayed a palette of pinks and reds this morning as I drove J to work.  Yesterday, as I ran a five mile loop from home, I noticed how white the snow is when it is cloudy.  I tried to talk with God as I pumped my legs up and down the numerous hills, but I was not able to; not directly anyways.  I did, however, feel the wind as it brushed past my face, carrying little snow flakes that wondered about my eyes and ears.  I often feel that God talks with me using wind as his voice, and if I turn my head in just the right way, I can hear him in both ears.  "When I ask you a question, how can I distinguish my responses from yours" I asked.  I knew, of course, that my question was rhetorical.  Unless of course, the snow banks parted before me and a voice boomed out from the heavens "Because I said so".

Metaphysicallity?

Fish,

I don't think my wife would agree that adultery is not a crime :-)  And, if you strip away the emotions, I know from a purely logical perspective that adultery will only lead to unhappiness.  (Find woman, pursue woman, seduce woman,  find woman, pursue woman..... etc. )  It is an insatiable cycle.

The question at hand, for me, has more to do with thought, then deed.  Let's assume, for a moment, that when one is in a committed relationship, fucking another person is a crime (setting  aside the specific definition of "crime" for the moment}.  Does that mean, that fantasizing about fucking another person is a crime as well?  Further, what if this object of one's fantasy, objects to being metaphysically fucked?  

Just looking...

Following is a conversation with myself while I was running on the treadmill at the gym -

Ok, focus here.  Clear your mind.  Smooth out your gait.  Quiet feet. Nice even stride.

Oh damn, that is a nice ass! 

What the fuck are you doing? 

Think of it as art.

Art?

Art

How about if you think of "it" as a woman?

It's not like I am going to fuck her.  And look at the way she is dressed.  She would be disappointed if guys didn't look at her.

What if she was not attractive?

Then I wouldn't look

So your shallow


Perhaps.  Or maybe I am just admiring ONE of the many fine attributes of a woman

What if these woman could read your mind and knew what your thinking?

I am ok with that.  I am not being disrespectful.  I am simply admiring the results of a lot of hard work and sacrifice.

This is not who you are

(Silence)

How you feel about yourself is a result of how you conduct yourself and your ability to live a life that reflects your values

I don't choose the woman whom I associate with based on their looks.

Bullshit!

Ok, maybe a little.  But aren't we talking about primeval instincts that I have limited control over?  Isn't it really about propagation of the species?

So you do want to fuck her

No, well yeah, but no...  I love my wife.   I accept monogamy.  It is just exciting to look.  It generates mood chemicals like endorphins and epinephrine.

God wouldn't like it

God created it!  Should I not admire his work?

Your not admiring, your leering.  It is just a whisper away from touching.

(Silence)

The question you have to ask yourself is this -  If there is nothing wrong with what you are doing, then why does it bother you so much?

(Silence)

A weeks reprieve

J contacted the shelter on Friday and supposedly he is starting his community service this week.  I decided to give him another week before I boot him out.  Sunday morning we went out for coffee and had a good conversation.

I am making a little progress realizing my goals.  I have forsaken television on Tuesday nights and last week I spent some time working on my finances.  I also went down to Boston on Thursday and started working with the cadet group to plan a winter field exercise.  I miss the kids and I look forward to our next outing.

Always a father

Conversation from two weeks ago - "J, we need to talk about  your community service" I  said as I drove J to work."What about  it" he replied in a defensive tone.  "You have not done any community service in a year" I continued.  "I am not going to stand by and watch you end up in jail because you can't get your community service done.  You have two weeks to find something on your own or I will start driving you to the shelter after work two days a week.  If you don't start your community service then you will have to move out.  I stood by once before and let you make this incredibly bad decision and I am not going to do it again."  "Whatever Dad" he replied staring out the side window.

Conversation from last week - "Just a reminder J, next week you need to start your community service.  If you don't line something up on your own, I will take you to the shelter two days a week after work".  "Whatever Dad" he replied staring out the side window.  "I am not going to accept any excuses either" I continued.  "I I don't want to hear you can't do it because you have something else more important.  I am dead serious about this and I hope you are taking me seriously" I said.  He just stared out the window and said nothing more.


Conversation from this morning - "So I will pick you up at 3:30 today?" I asked J as I drove him to work.  "For what" he replied.  "For community service" I said.  "I am not going.  I have a meeting with H R Block at 4:00" he retorted.  "J, I told you that I was not going to except any excuses.  Either you go or you will have to move out of the house".  "Then  I will move out" he said with a sullen look on his face.  I  could  feel the anger swelling up inside me and it took every ounce of energy to keep it together.  "J, if you do this, you will seriously damage our relationship" I said.  "Your telling me this as I DRIVE YOU TO WORK?" I added my voice raising in volume.  My fingers began to turn white as I clenched the steering wheel.  "So our relationship means so little to you that you would put this ahead of us? I asked.  He just sat there, saying nothing.  "J, I hope I get a call from you today telling me you changed your mind" I said as he got out of the truck.

Fuck me... 

Look Nova, I posted a picture!

It is a beautiful day in the town square today.  We received another foot of snow in the past few days and the banks are piled high everywhere.  Apparently we have broken all kinds or records including total annual snow and most snow in a day.  I don't mind the the white stuff; I actually like  it.  I had a ball last night plowing up the banks with my old jeep.  Heavy snow makes me appreciate my big ol' truck as well.  When everyone else stayed home yesterday, I put in a full day.  This weekend I plan to work on my sled and  next weekend  J and I will be out on the trails.

Goals

I have been spending a lot of time lately  thinking about my goals and why I don't really have any.  I have come to the conclusion that I am not prepared to make the sacrifices and changes necessary to achieve whatever goals I set for myself.  So I am going to set some goals that are about changing the behavior that impedes my ability to achieve my goals.

If you don't know where your going, any road will get you there. -Lewis Carroll

I stare out the frost-coated window of the coffee shop, watching delivery men shuffle boxes from their trucks to the many storefronts lining the town square.  I long to be curled up in the warmth of my bed next to my lovely wife.  The clanging of baking pans, as Lucy pulls fresh muffins out of the oven, brings me back to reality.  Soft jazz plays from the black speakers haphazardly attached to the walls.  The music makes me think about who I am, and whom I want to be.  This morning I did not go to work after I dropped J off.  Instead, I drove to the downtown park and napped till the sun began to peak over the shipyard across the river.  As I awoke from my snooze, I could see and hear seagulls calling out to one another in the early morning light as they whirled and turned searching for breakfast on this calm windless morning.  I could hear the lapping of his wake against the rivers edge as a fishermen piloted his hardy New England style vessel down river heading for the open ocean.  I suspect he is happier this morning as forecasters predict temperatures in the mid-thirties today; a balmy change compared to the zero-degree days we have been enduring.

As I sit here, I contemplate my place in this world.  Up until last Fall, my whole life revolved around being a father, or so it felt.  Now I seem to be solely focused on making money to pay for  B's tuition.  While important and admirable, it doesn't offer the same emotional payback that motivated me on a daily basis.  Now I feel lost, and in some ways, unimportant.  Tomorrow I will work on my goals... definitely... for sure.

More snow... again.

The coffee shop is quiet this morning.  I am the only customer sitting down and there are few people getting their morning elixir to go.  Last night we received another six inches of snow.  I think we have received five to six feet of snow already this year.  I know I am in the minority, but I like the snow.  After all, we live in New England.  Of course, with my interest in boarding and snowmobiling, I may be a bit biased.  I actually enjoy plowing as well.  Not the commercial plowing I used to do, but just my driveway and those of my immediate neighbors.  There is something incredibly gratifying about manhandling my 38 year-old jeep into pushing up monstrous banks of snow.  It is  incredible how much snow it will push for such a small vehicle.  When I was a child, I used to draw pictures of plow trucks...  Not really sure why, but apparently I am living that dream now.

I have been struggling to focus on my goals as of late.  I am not sure why, but I just can't seem to get back into the process of writing them up and then revisiting them every month or so.  I think it may be because I don't have a lot of faith in my ability to achieve them.  I get brief periods of enthusiasm but overall, I have been pretty sedate.  Perhaps tomorrow I will at least write them down.

I have a dream

I listened to Pres. Obama deliver the State of the Union yesterday, and I was somewhat inspired by his speech.  I often wish that we lived in a society where the people genuinely cared about their fellow man more then money, power and influence.  I believe that our president has a genuine interest in helping others and I think it is unfortunate that so many, spend so much effort trying to undermine his efforts.  I am not taking sides on any particular issue; I am not sufficiently knowledgeable about many of the challenges we face as a Nation such as health care.  I just think that those that oppose him often do so for the betterment of their own particular agenda, not the people they represent.  In the end, how much does it really matter?  Years ago, I think it mattered less.  However, today the wealthy and powerful have much more direct influence in our lives then ever before.  Surrounded by highly intelligent advisers, many are able to influence and or benefit from the rapidly changing financial system while the rest of us are left to fend for ourselves unaware of foundational changes that are occurring on an almost daily basis.  I think that it is sad that a hard-working American works and saves his entire life, making sacrifices in hopes that he will enjoy some  level of comfort when he retires, only to find his savings wiped out in a flash, forcing him to return to the work  force performing some menial task such as bagging groceries.  There has to be a better way...

I need a date

It is a beautiful day in the town square this morning.  The sun reflects brightly off a fresh coat of new snow that is covering everything.  Gone, for  the moment, are the dirty streets with their black and gray snow banks.  I have been praying more lately and the fact that I notice that it is a nice day, makes me think that perhaps God is listening.  If I come home to a hot, young Swedish housekeeper, then I will know God  is listening!

I recently hired someone to help me out at work and she is proving to be an incredibly bright woman with a great sense of humor.  We have a lot in common and I really enjoy working with her.  It is nice to have someone to talk with during the course of the day.  I think D will be staying in Florida till Monday so I will probably ask my new friend to go to the company party with me.  She seems shy and I suspect she may be troubled by some emotional issues.  Hopefully she will feel comfortable hanging out with a bunch of people she hardly knows.

Go for it

Yesterday we picked up another 6 inches of snow then a couple inches of freezing rain on top of that.  My driveway is a skating rink.  Walking to the coffee shop this morning, I was able to display my keen sense of balance as I slid my way across the ice covered cobblestones.

I have an important meeting today at work.  I am presenting a review of IT performance and finances for 2010 and my plans and budget for 2011.  I have often set challenging, but reasonably safe goals for IT, but given that the company is bigger now then ever before, I think it is time for me to step up.  I am proposing that my client make a significant investment into an Enterprise Project Management solution.  I am a bit  nervous because I am still working my way through a document management solution we implemented last year, but I think that the iron is hot and I truly believe that this solution will fundamentally improve the way my client conducts business.

Settling into Winter

Wednesday I dropped D off at the airport and she will be in Florida with her parents till Saturday.  Yesterday I dropped B off at school.  This morning I dropped J off at work.  Maybe I should get a job as a limo driver :-)

Saturday I went sledding with J.  We had a fun day.  The conditions were fair but I enjoy spending time with J.  The guys from the TV show Black Ops Brothers Howe and Howe were actually in the parking lot packing up their sleds when we returned from our ride.  We did not approach them out of  respect for their privacy.

Big Snow

I am staring out the window of my old coffee shop, looking at almost a foot of snow on the ground and it is still coming down hard.  I had to get up at 5:15 to bring J to work only to have him bitch about it.  It took us 45 minutes to travel six miles.  My windshield wipers were not working properly and they were making an obnoxious scraping sound that was driving my practically out of my skin.  I got to work and realized that in all the commotion of getting out of the house this morning I left my computer, wallet and phone.  Fuck me... 
Thankfully my wife had her wits about her and gave my crap to the neighbor I work with.  I feel much better now. 

Lately I have been in  a bitchy mood.  I am once again drowning financially which is ironic because I am making more money now than at any point in my life.   Between surprise repair bills, tuition and the IRS, I don't have a pot to piss in.  Oh well...  I need to just relax a little bit.

Movie day

Yesterday, B and I went to see the movie "The Fighter".  It was an excellent film that both of us thoroughly enjoyed.  My background  is not dissimilar (at least from a familial perspective)  from that of the lead character.  As such, I was once again reminded of my incredible good fortune.  Last night, B and I began to watch the HBO mini-series "Pacific".  B, noticing the aloofness of a Dad as he was dropping off his son at boot camp, initiated a discussion about the various types of father-son relationships.  I explained that back in the forties, many father's felt uncomfortable expressing emotion in front of the sons, preferring to remain stoic thus maintaining an illusion of control.  I enjoy talking with B and I believe that we have a great relationship due in part to my willingness to tell and show B exactly how I feel.   

Holiday Blues

The holidays are finally over, and while I enjoyed them, I am happy to be done with all the stress associated with this time of year.  D loves the holiday season and I could see sadness in her eyes yesterday as she took down, boxed up and put away all the Christmas decorations.  All except for the snow globes I have given her over the years.  This year I demanded that she leave them out all year to remind her of the holiday season.

Friday I went sledding with J in Rangely ME.  It was a 3.5 hour trip both ways but the conditions were good and we had a great  day on the trails.  We are an odd couple; him with his $10,000 sled and all the expensive riding gear I have purchased for him over the years.  I ride a 16 year-old sled wearing ski pants and jacket.  I don't really care that much though because my money is going to B's education and maybe, one day, to J's.