I am Getting Better at this blogging stuff aren't I?
Angie
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
The Train Is A Rolling...And Unless It Derails...
Well, by now you all, (well those of you who read this any way) know Keith. I got my second birthday surprise today while on a fishing outing with Keith. I caught a 19-inch catfish.Many thanks to Keith for netting him, let me tell you all this, if he had not, the hook was in his mouth so good the fish yanked hard, the line snapped, and he would have gotten away, but, once again my buddy had my back.
It is strange isn’t it, sometimes, how we can sit in the misting cloudy days, eating a lunch (which neither of us would have though to pack Erika gets total props for that one mind you, thanks babe) and though you don’t talk much, you don’t need to, and there is not much that needs to be said. You know you just enjoy doing it, and you know this is a person you will enjoy doing this with.
I have known a lot of people in my life. I have had a lot of “friends”. Erika and I talk about this sometimes how fortunate we are that we have people in our lives that care about us just as we are.
Then realizing that should be considered a gift in and of it self I guess.
So this birthday thing will be in full swing in a short while, we are about to embark “on ward and up ward!” to dinner and John and Dianne’s house. Here is hoping you all have a joyous and wonderful a meal tonight as I do.
It feels like I should be talking more, speaking profoundly and reflecting on the great pasts and futures of life to come, but all I can think to say is:
It is strange isn’t it, sometimes, how we can sit in the misting cloudy days, eating a lunch (which neither of us would have though to pack Erika gets total props for that one mind you, thanks babe) and though you don’t talk much, you don’t need to, and there is not much that needs to be said. You know you just enjoy doing it, and you know this is a person you will enjoy doing this with.
I have known a lot of people in my life. I have had a lot of “friends”. Erika and I talk about this sometimes how fortunate we are that we have people in our lives that care about us just as we are.
Then realizing that should be considered a gift in and of it self I guess.
So this birthday thing will be in full swing in a short while, we are about to embark “on ward and up ward!” to dinner and John and Dianne’s house. Here is hoping you all have a joyous and wonderful a meal tonight as I do.
It feels like I should be talking more, speaking profoundly and reflecting on the great pasts and futures of life to come, but all I can think to say is:
“May The Force Be With You!”
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Ahhh....The March Goes On...Oh Wait That Was "The Beat Goes On" Wasn't It?
Well, it is that time of year again. Yep you guessed it, another day another dollar, another dime dropped, but then, Stephen King said “Everyone Drops The Dime”. Birthdays seem to have this ominous glow, this vigorous defiance to them, you either love or hate them, join the party or hide from the reality that yes you are getting older. It was never the getting older that freaked me out; it was the push to celebrate the obvious truth. Yes we get older, yes there are 365/366 days in a year (though no my dear friends it was not always so) We force this mountain of mysticism on people in this cultural masquerade, and yet, it’s banality is overwhelming, don’t you think? What a simple thing to celebrate a life.
I sit sometimes, and watch my nephew Max, as he explores the world around him, and I think of how excited I of all people was to be there for his first birthday. The celebration of his first year of his young life, odd, I often duck and cover when it comes to my own. Yes, I planned vacation to be sure I was there for it, I would not have missed it for the world, yet, in the grand display, in the cake and melted mush of confections gone bad, the swirl of the sink washes away the sin of hiding from my own mortality.
Why do I not see my own celebration? Why do I not feverishly grasp the reigns and enjoy the ride of confetti, helium, sugar high? I’m not sure.
It feels displaced sometimes. Not worth the celebration.
This year…
This year…
Is…Different.
Tomorrow, two days before the official kick off of my coming into being in this world, I am spending the day fishing with my great friend Keith. I really like Fishing with him, something about the quiet and his company and just being me, and never worrying about judgment is wonderful. The, as Erika says, I get treated to a “Lundbom Dinner” LOL. I must say, John and Diane cook a wonderful meal, and I happen to be the guest of honor. It is nice to be asked about the menu and such. Thursday night, we get to hang out with Allyson, Keith, and of course Max. (They went on a trip to Jersey, we have missed them more than a little, and can’t wait to see how much Max has grow, and Allyson too…wink wink hug hug) Friday is possibly Bingo and dinner with friends.
Erika has taken off work for 3 days we have 5 whole days together, way kewel, and a gift to me all in and of it self. And though I will miss the guys and Tonya for “beer and balls” I am sure if I requested pool for my birthday it could be arranged.
This year…instead of the usual trepidation and hiding, the taking days off from work to be away from everyone, people I love and cherish surround me, and do I think this year will be different?
Well Erika, my happy thought for the day, yes I do.
Angie
I sit sometimes, and watch my nephew Max, as he explores the world around him, and I think of how excited I of all people was to be there for his first birthday. The celebration of his first year of his young life, odd, I often duck and cover when it comes to my own. Yes, I planned vacation to be sure I was there for it, I would not have missed it for the world, yet, in the grand display, in the cake and melted mush of confections gone bad, the swirl of the sink washes away the sin of hiding from my own mortality.
Why do I not see my own celebration? Why do I not feverishly grasp the reigns and enjoy the ride of confetti, helium, sugar high? I’m not sure.
It feels displaced sometimes. Not worth the celebration.
This year…
This year…
Is…Different.
Tomorrow, two days before the official kick off of my coming into being in this world, I am spending the day fishing with my great friend Keith. I really like Fishing with him, something about the quiet and his company and just being me, and never worrying about judgment is wonderful. The, as Erika says, I get treated to a “Lundbom Dinner” LOL. I must say, John and Diane cook a wonderful meal, and I happen to be the guest of honor. It is nice to be asked about the menu and such. Thursday night, we get to hang out with Allyson, Keith, and of course Max. (They went on a trip to Jersey, we have missed them more than a little, and can’t wait to see how much Max has grow, and Allyson too…wink wink hug hug) Friday is possibly Bingo and dinner with friends.
Erika has taken off work for 3 days we have 5 whole days together, way kewel, and a gift to me all in and of it self. And though I will miss the guys and Tonya for “beer and balls” I am sure if I requested pool for my birthday it could be arranged.
This year…instead of the usual trepidation and hiding, the taking days off from work to be away from everyone, people I love and cherish surround me, and do I think this year will be different?
Well Erika, my happy thought for the day, yes I do.
Angie
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