I have not posted in a long time. Exuses are out there, but mostly just because I chose watching a movie instead of writing. Here is an unfinished blog that I found in my drafts that I think is fine to post to get me up and going again.
I live a fairly mundane life. I don't love my job, it is just a job not a dream. So every now and then when I am bored I think of you my proxies.
When I want to surf- Ty and Stu
When I want to have a meaninful conversation with someone who not only has to listen but paid to listen- Scooter
When I want to get lost in the city and then go and have a debate with my fellow thinkers, followed by a night booing the Yankees and then . . .- Evan
When I pretend I am doing the job I really want to do- Drew. (congrats again on the movie(s)deal.)
When I want to feel like I have it all under control- Michal
When I want to learn about our history or strike out artistic- Tara
When I feel loyal to something- Tim
When I want to be witty and loyal- Liz
When I want to be that guy who suffers through every lousy game my sucky basketball and baseball team plays but is cool and confident about himself enough to admit he still likes them and gets whooped by a 2 year old every night-"The Walker"
When I want to imagine that I am married to someone who would not only let me have one decent car with air conditioning, but over 100!- G'ma
When I want to pretend I have the best brother-in-law - Emily and Kimberlie
Now I know why I have adult ADD, you guys give me lots to think about, but in the end my luckiest proxy is- Wifey.
Friday, June 13, 2008
One of the best things about where I live is the climatic weather. You never know what the day is going to bring. When I checked the weather tonight before settling in for the nightly movie, the weatherman (who by the way is a celebrity around here) said there was little chance for storms in our area. About an hour ago I started to see lightening. Then I heard an unusual sound off in the distance. . .I listened closer and thought it sounded like heavier rain than usual. Then I heard a heavy thump on the roof. Pretty soon we were under fire. I figured my van would be a golf ball in the morning, with lots of dimples from the large hail. I decided to head outside to collect some of the larger pieces of hail but had to protect myself with my scooter helmet. My wife thinks that the photo of me in my helmet looks like I escaped from a mental hospital.