First Hand Fun

Sometimes when I have a really great weekend I get sad that it didn't include him.   That's silly.  The best weekends never did.  Ok, not entirely true, but mostly, yes.  Making big strides. Having good times.

Hey boy, I'll manage your work flow ...

I'm freakishly good at my job.

Get me out of this office.

And then some ...

I miss his tattoos.

Family

Tonight someone teased me about not loving my family because I can't remember the last time I visited "home."

It got me thinking.  The reason I create distance is so I can love love better.  Sometimes love takes time and space.  Sometimes, I create too much distance.  Probably a lot of the time.  I should work on this.

Impulse Control

I'm getting this sneaking feeling that I need to grow up a little.

This Weekend

I needed today to recover.

"Best Labor Day Ever"

It was great because we all believed it.


So. Exhausted.

Forgetting is so Long

Pablo Neruda always wrote in green ink as it was his personal color of hope.

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I got really frustrated because I couldn't get the orange bottle cap to stand upright.  It just kept falling over, which made me more determined.  And VT gave me all these grown up pearls of knowledge.  After my freak-out the other day I put all these in my pocket to be taken out again at a later time.  "I'll stop with the old-manisms," he got self-conscious.  I wish I could have articulated how important these words were for me to hear.

23 Signs You're Secretly An Introvert

"Ever feel like an outsider in the middle of social gatherings and group activities, even with people you know?"

Don't I know it.

Trying to fight the funk really hard.  Hasn't reared it's head for a while now, but gee almighty ... I should probably be riding my bike a lot more.