It is funny--when I get to spend a week bacheloring it with my dog around the house; time seems to fly right by. I wish I could just sit and relax--but there seems to be laundry to do, cats to feed and litter boxes to freshen.
I noticed it yesterday morning as I was eating my toast. Makayla was there ,as usual, waiting for that last corner from each piece that I faithfully give her every day. I was writing a blog entry about my family and how we all rock. And then, I realized that counters needed cleaning, dishes needed washing, and OMG, the laundry that I started three days ago was still in the dryer--fortunately it was mostly undergarments and towels. Chris will never notice the other items. Maybe. Not.
And as I began to get later for work--the dog food was low, her water was out, and Makalya needed her second walk of the morning. Sadly, she decided not to "give it up" very easily and so we were outside for what seemed like forever and the clock was ticking in what seemed like double time until she finally found the exactly perfect spot for her business. Which I speedily scooped up and deposited in the trash.
Normally, I play racquetball on Tuesday mornings--but not this week, thankfully. It gives me a bit more time.
And then I thought about my toes--yes--toes. I normally love going barefoot around the house, but this winter we have been keeping the house so cold that the thought of going barefoot begins involuntary shivers throughout my body.
How I would love to have my toes dug into hot sand on a beach somewhere with the hot sun beating down on my bare lotion-covered back and the gentle sea breeze washing over me with the sweet, clean, smells of the ocean.
Daydreaming--not allowed!
Time to rush off to the office and forget about time, toast, and toes and get back to the grind of life and living in the medium-fast lane.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
That's How We Roll: Family Dynamics
My family is very resilient. I often forget this, but this past weekend I was reminded how quickly we can mobilize to respond to a crisis.
The scenario: Chris is already "deployed" to Buffalo, NY (yes, I know it is the middle of the winter and she is reporting the ever increasing snow fall being dumped on her). She is assisting family embroiled in a long-term health battle by providing assistance and comic relief. And then, Sunday--with no warning, we developed another crisis right here in Maryland. Somehow, I wound up in the role of first responder--but by the end of the day, when the situation had calmed, everyone had played a part in helping the situation. The immediate crisis has passed, but the long-term implications are still being explored.
And so--to my family.
Independent--yet connected.
Ready to help out at a moments notice--but also willing to allow everyone to have space.
Most important--caring.
And that is how we roll.
The scenario: Chris is already "deployed" to Buffalo, NY (yes, I know it is the middle of the winter and she is reporting the ever increasing snow fall being dumped on her). She is assisting family embroiled in a long-term health battle by providing assistance and comic relief. And then, Sunday--with no warning, we developed another crisis right here in Maryland. Somehow, I wound up in the role of first responder--but by the end of the day, when the situation had calmed, everyone had played a part in helping the situation. The immediate crisis has passed, but the long-term implications are still being explored.
And so--to my family.
Independent--yet connected.
Ready to help out at a moments notice--but also willing to allow everyone to have space.
Most important--caring.
And that is how we roll.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Monday Musings - February 7, 2011
1. The Super Bowl certainly was an exciting game. Congrats to the Packers and the Steelers for providing a hard fought, and generally well played game. Sadly, it may also be the last NFL Football game unless the looming work stoppage and lock-out can be averted.
2. Spring looms even closer. Pitchers and catchers report for Spring Training in less than two weeks!
3. Families are meant to be resilient. We have been doing the diving and conquering thing for a couple of days now with a stream of continuing crises.
4. When I woke up last Thursday, I had no idea that Chris would be in Buffalo by the end of the day--it is amazing how life can turn so quickly sometimes.
5. The weather forecasting rodent may have been correct--it sure has warmed up since Phil predicted an early spring.
6. The snow has almost melted from my yard in many places. I can see dead grass! Great. Gas up the mower, Spring is coming.
7. It was so warm yesterday, I considered putting the top down on the convertible--then I checked the thermometer and found it was only 47 degrees. A bit cold for top-down driving. It just seemed nice by comparison.
8. Life is a journey--but sometimes I forget where the final destination is actually located. As I was singing yesterday in church, the last line of the bridge in Hillsong United's Hosanna really spoke to me, the line goes as follows:
9. There are still honorable and honest people in the world. I met a few yesterday during a family crisis. Look for the good in people and you will find it.
2. Spring looms even closer. Pitchers and catchers report for Spring Training in less than two weeks!
3. Families are meant to be resilient. We have been doing the diving and conquering thing for a couple of days now with a stream of continuing crises.
4. When I woke up last Thursday, I had no idea that Chris would be in Buffalo by the end of the day--it is amazing how life can turn so quickly sometimes.
5. The weather forecasting rodent may have been correct--it sure has warmed up since Phil predicted an early spring.
6. The snow has almost melted from my yard in many places. I can see dead grass! Great. Gas up the mower, Spring is coming.
7. It was so warm yesterday, I considered putting the top down on the convertible--then I checked the thermometer and found it was only 47 degrees. A bit cold for top-down driving. It just seemed nice by comparison.
8. Life is a journey--but sometimes I forget where the final destination is actually located. As I was singing yesterday in church, the last line of the bridge in Hillsong United's Hosanna really spoke to me, the line goes as follows:
Everything I am for your kingdom's cause
As I walk from earth into eternity.
As I walk from earth into eternity.
9. There are still honorable and honest people in the world. I met a few yesterday during a family crisis. Look for the good in people and you will find it.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Here Comes the Sun
The day arrived with blue skies and a bright sun.
What a difference a day makes.
Yesterday was one of the dreariest and coldest damp rainy days that I have suffered through in a long time. Althought the temperature is nearly the same as yesterday, it seems 10 degrees warmer, just because the sun is shining.
I did get the chance to play with a new underwater movie camera that Chris bought as my Valentine's Day present.
And I made my first movie--which I present here--it isn't much--but it is of one of my favorite subjects.
I did a few little projects around the house--which frankly are not going as well nor as easy as I thought they would. Ugh!
But I'm writing this after talking with Chris who is in Buffalo, NY assisting with a family emergency and the sun is beaming through the window warming me and lifting my spirits. I've just completed making her return trip reservations for next Saturday--hoping on a good day.
We will see.
But the sun is shining.
What a difference a day makes.
Yesterday was one of the dreariest and coldest damp rainy days that I have suffered through in a long time. Althought the temperature is nearly the same as yesterday, it seems 10 degrees warmer, just because the sun is shining.
I did get the chance to play with a new underwater movie camera that Chris bought as my Valentine's Day present.
And I made my first movie--which I present here--it isn't much--but it is of one of my favorite subjects.
I did a few little projects around the house--which frankly are not going as well nor as easy as I thought they would. Ugh!
But I'm writing this after talking with Chris who is in Buffalo, NY assisting with a family emergency and the sun is beaming through the window warming me and lifting my spirits. I've just completed making her return trip reservations for next Saturday--hoping on a good day.
We will see.
But the sun is shining.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
First Signs of Spring
Wednesday was an interesting day.
During the morning I was pleased that the weather forecasting rodent residing in Pennsylvania did not see his shadow--which of course suggests and early spring.
That would be especially nice since we have been having some of the worst winter weather imaginable all across the country, and it is downright cold here in Maryland.
And so there it was--as if almost saying: "Don't lose hope, there is life waiting to be reborn hiding here under the snow and frozen ground."
And it made me smile.
Broadly.
And I turned my thoughts to warmer days, flowers, and gentle breezes; despite the abundance of snow all around and the icy patches on the roads. Maybe I can put the top down on the convertible soon.
During the morning I was pleased that the weather forecasting rodent residing in Pennsylvania did not see his shadow--which of course suggests and early spring.
That would be especially nice since we have been having some of the worst winter weather imaginable all across the country, and it is downright cold here in Maryland.
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| Signs of Spring |
So, during the afternoon as I was getting Ethan home from school and walking Florence, Nicole's dog, I noticed something that really helped to confirm Punxsutawney Phils forecast: this small daffodil or hyacinth pushing up from under the melted snow making itself available for the spring growing season.
And so there it was--as if almost saying: "Don't lose hope, there is life waiting to be reborn hiding here under the snow and frozen ground."
And it made me smile.
Broadly.
And I turned my thoughts to warmer days, flowers, and gentle breezes; despite the abundance of snow all around and the icy patches on the roads. Maybe I can put the top down on the convertible soon.
Friday, February 4, 2011
There has to Be Something More
At my Men's Group on Monday evening, we were exploring the fundamentals of life and faith.
We were treated to a 60 Minutes interview between Tom Brady, New England Patriots quarterback and Steve Croft. The interview was conducted during 2005 just after Tom Brady's third Super Bowl win when he was still on top of the world.
There he was--on top of the sports world and he recognized, without acknowledging it, that what we do and what we achieve on our own always leaves us wanting more--we are empty.
Steve asked Tom which Super Bowl ring felt the best. Tom thought for a minute and responded--the next one. I wonder if he felt the same way after being named the NFL's Offensive Player of the Year for the 2010-2011 Season?
Tom--you may never get a "next" one. You need to find happiness and contentment where you are right now. And since you've acknowledged that there is something missing, a lack of fulfillment--you need to change.
We all need to change.
No matter what we do on our own, or what we gain from the world it seems we will always be left wanting something more and asking, "is this all there is?"
No Tom--this isn't all there is thankfully! There is a whole lot more out there and you can be part of it.
Just ask!
We were treated to a 60 Minutes interview between Tom Brady, New England Patriots quarterback and Steve Croft. The interview was conducted during 2005 just after Tom Brady's third Super Bowl win when he was still on top of the world.
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| Tom Brady 2011 NFL Offensive Player of the Year |
During the interview Steve asked Tom how it felt being on to p of the world after winning three super bowls--or something to that effect. Imagine this--Tom Brady said he felt there must be something more--something bigger.
Wow--I was awed.
There he was--on top of the sports world and he recognized, without acknowledging it, that what we do and what we achieve on our own always leaves us wanting more--we are empty.
Steve asked Tom which Super Bowl ring felt the best. Tom thought for a minute and responded--the next one. I wonder if he felt the same way after being named the NFL's Offensive Player of the Year for the 2010-2011 Season?
Tom--you may never get a "next" one. You need to find happiness and contentment where you are right now. And since you've acknowledged that there is something missing, a lack of fulfillment--you need to change.
We all need to change.
No matter what we do on our own, or what we gain from the world it seems we will always be left wanting something more and asking, "is this all there is?"
No Tom--this isn't all there is thankfully! There is a whole lot more out there and you can be part of it.
Just ask!
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Sled Dogs Murdered in British Columbia
WARNING: The referenced articles contain graphic word images which will make you sick.
I would not have believed it until I read it the other day.
Remember the Olympics in Canada last year--well one of the results of that beautiful event has recently come to light in the senseless slaughter of 100 sled dogs.
In an article titled: 100 Sled Dogs Killed in British Columbia Due to Slump in Tourism, the Huffington Post reported on February 1, 2011 the senseless slaughter of about one-third of a 300 sled dog pack due to tourism downturns. Or stated another way--the dogs were no longer profitable. And the title really says it all. Another article on the subject indicates the slaughter occurred in Whistler, B.C.
I am sickened, saddened, and horrified.
Yeah, it surely can happen anywhere. But really, dogs? I remember the Michael Vick saga of a couple years ago and how horrified we all were about the senseless handling and murder of his dogs. This is far worse--and when you read the linked article--you will know that unlike euthanasia, the dogs in question did suffer.
The last three sentences of the article really stopped me--and I present them for your own food for thought:
The murder of these 100 dogs is not unique, and animal slaughter is often performed in the name of human interests.
What do you think? Is it okay to use and then dispose of animals for human sport or consumption?
Where are we heading? We have lost, as a people and a society, our moral compass.
I have always held Canadians in such high regard for the moral high road they seem to take.
I would not have believed it until I read it the other day.
Remember the Olympics in Canada last year--well one of the results of that beautiful event has recently come to light in the senseless slaughter of 100 sled dogs.
In an article titled: 100 Sled Dogs Killed in British Columbia Due to Slump in Tourism, the Huffington Post reported on February 1, 2011 the senseless slaughter of about one-third of a 300 sled dog pack due to tourism downturns. Or stated another way--the dogs were no longer profitable. And the title really says it all. Another article on the subject indicates the slaughter occurred in Whistler, B.C.
I am sickened, saddened, and horrified.
Yeah, it surely can happen anywhere. But really, dogs? I remember the Michael Vick saga of a couple years ago and how horrified we all were about the senseless handling and murder of his dogs. This is far worse--and when you read the linked article--you will know that unlike euthanasia, the dogs in question did suffer.
The last three sentences of the article really stopped me--and I present them for your own food for thought:
The murder of these 100 dogs is not unique, and animal slaughter is often performed in the name of human interests.
What do you think? Is it okay to use and then dispose of animals for human sport or consumption?
Where are we heading? We have lost, as a people and a society, our moral compass.
I have always held Canadians in such high regard for the moral high road they seem to take.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Phil the Rodent Predicts
And this just in from Punxsutawney:
Phil surveyed his surroundings and found no shadow, so an early spring it will be!
We will all be partying tonight!!!!
Phil surveyed his surroundings and found no shadow, so an early spring it will be!
We will all be partying tonight!!!!
Day of the Rodent
It is Groundhog Day.
Sadly--it almost never happens.
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| Can Rodents Really Forecast the Weather? |
A day stuck in the middle of Winter when hope springs eternal that the large rodent living in Pennsylvania will provide a weather forecast suggesting an early Spring.
More of the ice and snow will be forecast.
How do I find a forecast with temperatures in the 80's and light breezes?
Oh yeah--it is supposed to be sunny and 78 degrees today in Key West!
BTW, someone called groundhogs: nature's speedbumps.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Chocolate Pudding on the Chair
"Pop-pop, help," came the words over the din in the house on Sunday as the family gathered for a celebration.
Jax urgently was calling out to be heard from the other room, and so in I went to see him standing there with a half-eaten chocolate pudding container in his hand pointing ashamedly at the glob of pudding in the chair where in in mere moments his mother would be sitting .
I smiled and reassured him that it was not a problem.
And in reflecting on the moment, I realized, my kids had it really bad when I was trying to be a Dad.
I was uptight and every transgression deserved an equal and opposite reaction. I remember my favorite saying: "Accidents kill!" Which I frequently spoke when accidents happened.
Jeremy has since reminded me that breaking a glass "accidentally" in the house was tantamount to a death sentence. And he has also reminded me of the huge pile of dirt I had delivered for the gardens one summer and that I wouldn't let him enjoy with his trucks as I was transferring it load by wheel barrow load to the garden.
I had no sense of humor. I should have stopped and played in the dirt with him.
Being a grandfather has mellowed me a bit--I don't seem to get to worried about things that can be cleaned, fixed, or thrown away.
Wow, I wish I had been more of a grandfather when I was being a Dad.
Jax urgently was calling out to be heard from the other room, and so in I went to see him standing there with a half-eaten chocolate pudding container in his hand pointing ashamedly at the glob of pudding in the chair where in in mere moments his mother would be sitting .
I smiled and reassured him that it was not a problem.
And in reflecting on the moment, I realized, my kids had it really bad when I was trying to be a Dad.
I was uptight and every transgression deserved an equal and opposite reaction. I remember my favorite saying: "Accidents kill!" Which I frequently spoke when accidents happened.
Jeremy has since reminded me that breaking a glass "accidentally" in the house was tantamount to a death sentence. And he has also reminded me of the huge pile of dirt I had delivered for the gardens one summer and that I wouldn't let him enjoy with his trucks as I was transferring it load by wheel barrow load to the garden.
I had no sense of humor. I should have stopped and played in the dirt with him.
Being a grandfather has mellowed me a bit--I don't seem to get to worried about things that can be cleaned, fixed, or thrown away.
Wow, I wish I had been more of a grandfather when I was being a Dad.
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