Wow, sorry it's been so long since my last post. It seems like the slower I want life to go, the faster it slips past me. Funny how the older I get the more different I look at things. Like a painting shown to a kid in grade school. Most will just see what is on the canvas. Now a bit older than that I look and see vast colors and an eye for detail I only dream of.
I had a long weekend this last weekend. I work for a company that decided that Columbus Day is a holiday that administrative staff should have off. As an hourly employee I didn't mind much. I earned time and a half for spending a day without management, and now that I'm part of the administrative staff it's kind of cool having a day off by myself where even the kids have to go to school. I also took today off just to have an extra day to do some things around the house that I have been putting off. One of which being this rambling conglomeration of words that I'm hoping will all come together by the end. Funny thing about scheduling time to do things, none of them got done. :-)
That's not entirely true. I did get up to Seattle to help my Dad with his Mustang, and I got to spend some more time with him. Another of lifes wonders; the older I get the more I enjoy spending time with... well my Dad at least. It may be late, but we are now getting to do the things I always wanted to do with him growing up. Anyway, one of the things I had planned for this weekend was to get up to Seattle and help him out with some things that he can't (or shouldn't rather) do by himself.
The last two days however I have been kind of bumming around aimlessly. Not really doing much of anything. I needed to mow the lawn because the leaves are starting to fall and frankly that's a great way to pick them up. I have a large yard and a rake just isn't much fun. It's a great work out, don't get me wrong, but not one I enjoy. But, like most of the other plans I had, it didn't get done. I did manage to fill the gas tank on the mower, only to lose interest shortly there after.
Nope, I decided that I have been running hard enough lately. It was time to take some me time. I didn't even get out of my pajama's until well after noon today. I wouldn't have at all except that Dena left me a note that the tub wasn't draining this morning. So I had to get that fixed today. Oh well, even in the car on the way to the store I was able to get some thinking done.
I am one of those strange people that likes to be alone with their thoughts. Maybe that's why I love this blog so much. It gives me the oportunity to get some of my thoughts out so I can come back later and review them. For the most part I like to make them enjoyable for my audience, but they also seem somewhat therapeutic. Keeping all those thoughts wrapped up in the confines of my head seems unfair to them. I must give them a place where they can just be. :-)
So for the last two days I have spent a great deal of time thinking. Not really about anything in particular, just about stuff. Like "maybe I should mow the lawn" or "I wonder what I'm going to do to the truck next". Or my personal favorite "wouldn't it be great to win the lottery?"
But in all my rambling thoughts, and criss crossing mental paths, I come back to the same thing. I truly love my life. I love Dena, and our kids, and our dogs, and our home and our families. I even love our 19 pound cat (who if you've ever met, you'll understand why I had to have a separate sentence for him). I love my life. We have great friends. Friends that you could call at 2 in the morning just because you needed someone to talk to. We have family that would bend over backwards to help us if we needed it, and family that we would bend over backwards to help if they needed it. We may not have much, but we are rich.
So, to my friends, and my family: I love you all. For without you, life would not be worth much.