Well, well, well, we finally tripped, fumbled, and stumbled back into a winter wonderland. We woke with around an inch of snow and icy roads Wednesday morning. Individually, I woke at my usual 530am again today, but for some reason that didn’t equate to enough time to accomplish my morning routine with the leisurely approach I like. But don’t get me wrong, I still took my time doing what I needed to do. However, I was later than usual leaving the house.
As mentioned it was snowing when I got up. And when Ykraps and I went for our morning stroll, the brisk winter wind blowing out of the west was almost unbearable. There were times when visibility was down to 20 or 30 feet, but that was spotty and the temperature was well above official “blizzard” conditions. Too, I must admit that I enjoyed having the return of snow and cold. But don’t misinterpret my desire. I was well aware that we’re expecting sunny skies and temps in the low 50’s again tomorrow, which means we wouldn’t have to tolerate living in an ice box for more than one measly day. Anyone can appreciate winter in small doses.
Today is daughter Lindsey’s 22nd B-day. Lindsey is my middle daughter. If memory serves me, she was born on a similar, very frigid, snowy day on this date in 1984 around 11AM. She was born with her umbilical chord wrapped loosely around her neck, so when she first appeared, she was dark blue. At first I thought that she was the postman’s kid. J She got her looks from me, but sadly got her mother’s personality. Anyway, my intention was to arrange a birthday celebration with Lindsey and her young son, Rocky for sometime later this evening.
Work was very busy yielding little time to deal with pesky personal issues. My lunch time run was interesting as I had the opportunity to run against a strong head wind and periods of snow flurries, which always elevates the mood. Wednesday afternoon was a lifting day as well. I was strong and can already tell that I’m getting accustom to the heavier weight. I can see it in my muscle tone too! As planned, I contacted Lindsey and made arrangements to have her over tonight for a birthday celebration. Equally, I invited Mindy and kids to join in also. Mindy went as far as to volunteer to pick Lindsey up, freeing me to take care of picking up the cake and test driving this car I saw a week ago. Cool!
I left work right at 500pm and headed directly to Britton Farms to test drive this 1987 Honda Accord. It has 220, 000 miles but it’s automatic and appears to be clean inside. It might just be the perfect car for Lindsey at this point in her life. The owner was in his garage waiting my arrival. His name escapes me but he was very warm and friendly. We went together on a drive that took us around Hilliard. The car’s engine ran really well for 220K. In fact it purred! It is a little rusty and does loose power steering fluid quickly. I would get that fixed right away. I left thinking that it might be a good deal, but would think about it overnight and then contact my insurance company tomorrow to see about insuring such a car.
Before heading home I stopped at Kroger to get a cake, as well as a few other items I needed. I made it home right at 6pm. Mindy was expecting to be there with Lindsey sometime after 6pm. I quickly unloaded my bounty and then proceeded to walk Ykraps. Before I could make it back home, Mindy, Lindsey, and kids arrived. With in seconds, we had a house full of noise and happy rambunctious children running around having fun. Their fun was my misery, however. I always worry about my house and my things getting damaged, or worse yet, a kid getting hurt. My house is not child proofed by any means. My adult toys are out on full display – guitar, saxophone, weights, etc. And kids by nature always wan to play with my stuff instead of “kid stuff”. This, coupled with the baggage of a strained relationship with Lindsey over the years left me feeling melancholy, agitated, and distant. Unfortunately, this was overtly obvious to Mindy and Lindsey. Although, Lindsey always thinks that something is wrong even when there isn’t. Exposed was my personal dysfunction. At the time, I didn’t feel able to simply dismiss it. Despite my internal tension, we proceeded to light Lindsey’s candles and sing her a happy birthday tune. Afterwards we gave her a few gifts and cut the cake. At the same time the children continued their romp around the house which continued to grate on my nerves. By 730pm Mindy felt compelled to head home sensing my discomfort. She was gone by 745pm. I then took Lindsey and Lil’ Rocky home. Lindsey again thanked me for the little party as I dropped her at home.
I was back home by 830pm feeling a bit of relief and certainly one heck of a lot better, although I knew that Mindy probably wasn’t feeling like a princess and that bothered me some. I spent the next 1.5 hours playing guitar and reading; something I haven’t spent enough time doing of late. Reading reconnects me with my spiritual self, and it always relaxes me and puts my mind at ease. Come 10pm, I felt relaxed and ready for bed.
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Well, well, well, we finally tripped, fumbled, and stumbled back into a winter wonderland. We woke with around an inch of snow and icy roads Wednesday morning. Individually, I woke at my usual 530am again today, but for some reason that didn’t equate to enough time to accomplish my morning routine with the leisurely approach I like. But don’t get me wrong, I still took my time doing what I needed to do. However, I was later than usual leaving the house.
As mentioned it was snowing when I got up. And when Ykraps and I went for our morning stroll, the brisk winter wind blowing out of the west was almost unbearable. There were times when visibility was down to 20 or 30 feet, but that was spotty and the temperature was well above official “blizzard” conditions. Too, I must admit that I enjoyed having the return of snow and cold. But don’t misinterpret my desire. I was well aware that we’re expecting sunny skies and temps in the low 50’s again tomorrow, which means we wouldn’t have to tolerate living in an ice box for more than one measly day. Anyone can appreciate winter in small doses.
Today is daughter Lindsey’s 22nd B-day. Lindsey is my middle daughter. If memory serves me, she was born on a similar, very frigid, snowy day on this date in 1984 around 11AM. She was born with her umbilical chord wrapped loosely around her neck, so when she first appeared, she was dark blue. At first I thought that she was the postman’s kid. J She got her looks from me, but sadly got her mother’s personality. Anyway, my intention was to arrange a birthday celebration with Lindsey and her young son, Rocky for sometime later this evening.
Work was very busy yielding little time to deal with pesky personal issues. My lunch time run was interesting as I had the opportunity to run against a strong head wind and periods of snow flurries, which always elevates the mood. Wednesday afternoon was a lifting day as well. I was strong and can already tell that I’m getting accustom to the heavier weight. I can see it in my muscle tone too! As planned, I contacted Lindsey and made arrangements to have her over tonight for a birthday celebration. Equally, I invited Mindy and kids to join in also. Mindy went as far as to volunteer to pick Lindsey up, freeing me to take care of picking up the cake and test driving this car I saw a week ago. Cool!
I left work right at 500pm and headed directly to Britton Farms to test drive this 1987 Honda Accord. It has 220, 000 miles but it’s automatic and appears to be clean inside. It might just be the perfect car for Lindsey at this point in her life. The owner was in his garage waiting my arrival. His name escapes me but he was very warm and friendly. We went together on a drive that took us around Hilliard. The car’s engine ran really well for 220K. In fact it purred! It is a little rusty and does loose power steering fluid quickly. I would get that fixed right away. I left thinking that it might be a good deal, but would think about it overnight and then contact my insurance company tomorrow to see about insuring such a car.
Before heading home I stopped at Kroger to get a cake, as well as a few other items I needed. I made it home right at 6pm. Mindy was expecting to be there with Lindsey sometime after 6pm. I quickly unloaded my bounty and then proceeded to walk Ykraps. Before I could make it back home, Mindy, Lindsey, and kids arrived. With in seconds, we had a house full of noise and happy rambunctious children running around having fun. Their fun was my misery, however. I always worry about my house and my things getting damaged, or worse yet, a kid getting hurt. My house is not child proofed by any means. My adult toys are out on full display – guitar, saxophone, weights, etc. And kids by nature always wan to play with my stuff instead of “kid stuff”. This, coupled with the baggage of a strained relationship with Lindsey over the years left me feeling melancholy, agitated, and distant. Unfortunately, this was overtly obvious to Mindy and Lindsey. Although, Lindsey always thinks that something is wrong even when there isn’t. Exposed was my personal dysfunction. At the time, I didn’t feel able to simply dismiss it. Despite my internal tension, we proceeded to light Lindsey’s candles and sing her a happy birthday tune. Afterwards we gave her a few gifts and cut the cake. At the same time the children continued their romp around the house which continued to grate on my nerves. By 730pm Mindy felt compelled to head home sensing my discomfort. She was gone by 745pm. I then took Lindsey and Lil’ Rocky home. Lindsey again thanked me for the little party as I dropped her at home.
I was back home by 830pm feeling a bit of relief and certainly one heck of a lot better, although I knew that Mindy probably wasn’t feeling like a princess and that bothered me some. I spent the next 1.5 hours playing guitar and reading; something I haven’t spent enough time doing of late. Reading reconnects me with my spiritual self, and it always relaxes me and puts my mind at ease. Come 10pm, I felt relaxed and ready for bed.
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