In topsy-turvy times you realize one thing, who and what you care about. For me it is always one thing solid and through. However, branches may appear that were otherwise unknown until this identified globe was turned upside down, or rather when life was not as expected. In this dim and lightened experience the shadows of branches enfold and I am left to wonder how attached I am. In many respects the future is not necessarily tied to outstretches, but the connection is apparent. Can a segregated tree pull another down? yes. Will it always happen so? No. Although, maybe it is time to fall and fertilize new life as new life afoot has begun. Simply put, ones life is never constant and though at times damging winds swoop, it is by grace that life continues to spur.
And then there was the moment of panic…
It is strange to think that I had generated a thought before my wife on this subject, but there I was laying in bed at only 9:30pm and realized that I don’t know nothin’ about raisin’ no babies. Alright first of all I get alot of thinking time lately because wife has been exhausted and is falling asleep around 9pm every night. Thus, as I am bored with re-runs on tv due to the writer’s strike (more about this later) I drift into my own mental ramblings that are much like a wind storm of debris until an idea is thrust upon me like a piece paper forced to adhere by the wind. The idea wasmy afore mentioned panic and I looked at the idea as if a headline in the paper stating that a military draft had been reinstated and all people with my first name were first to serve. A little dramatic I know, but I’ve never even changed a diaper before. However, with a split second I realized that it would be something I could handle. I rely on my patience and calmness to learn and resolve, however I’m worried about wife. Her patience is sometimes non-existence, maybe due to me. Regardless, I was once again imagining the moments of total fear and joy we will have when our child comes home for the first night. It’ll all work out… really wife, it will.
And now about this writer’s strike. I am not stating a pro or con on the issue, but I did think about the believability of this. I imagined when my child is about pre-teen years, you know just before the downfall, and telling him/her that there was a time when there were no new shows on for months. The response will be in the nature of “and you walked up hill both ways to school, through snow ice everyday.”
Where is my snow Mr. Weatherman? In hopes of a smothering 8″ of white vacation with solid layer of ice beneath that is sure to bar me at home for a 3 day weekend (being that is Friday), I was severely disappointed. Even though I woke up at 2am to get a drink straight from the 2-liter of diet lemon lime in my boxers (you would think I was a bachelor) and peered out the window to see less than a half inch of snow had fallen, I still held hope. However, I should have expected when I got up that it would be the same sad circumstance. All we got was about a 1/4 inch of slush. I knew that I would be scraping windows and making my journey into the center of hell, aka downtown in the cesspool.
So the hope of having an extra day away from work was shattered by the hype of a Winter Storm that would rival the past 5 years. What a joke. Sadly, we will get enough precipitation to be annoying. Damn you global warming for taking the only positive of winter away.
