5 posts tagged “work”

Tis far better to have a known a breeze that passed, than never to have felt the wind at all.

Yes, I stole the spirit of that from Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem In Memoriam:27, 1850

When real life picks up I find I don't mind missing PC time at all.

Days or weeks go by without checking email.

Blog entries from others stack up that seem like they should be gotten to.

Meanwhile, mine are the anti-matter of the blogosphere.

I know things happened on those days, but nobody can see it.

Just gaping holes of nothing in the record.

Joined the YMCA these past couple of weeks and picked up the old routine without a beat missing.

Summer finally turned off and with it the humidity and the air conditioning.

The girls are active all their waking hours.

Eldest is a big girl now, with a backpack, lunch box, and school projects to be brought home for the front of the fridge.

Then a breeze picks up making it absolutely perfect out of doors.

I pick up a Shiner Bock from the fridge (Spoetzl Brewery, Shiner, Texas), the bucket of sidewalk chalk for the girls and make for the patio and my soft padded chair in the shade.

Begin the countdown until the wife comes home from work.

Pullin' That Train

You take what you get
You make your own chances

Making money spends time
And time spends your money

When you're out on the town
The world's under attack

You know what you're needing
Gonna have a damned time

Never too cool to scoff at a chance
Get a piece to get by and don't pretend at romance

It's hard to be bored when you're always at work
Ramen noodles in a bucket and a hotdog in my hand

It's harder to waste money
When you don't have the time to spend.

Frugal by choice
That choice keeps you frugal

Hard to piss and moan when you're always late to something
From job to job with a frozen burrito in your bag

It's hard to make plans when you cover for a flake to pick up a double
Keep a corndog in your jacket because it happens so often.

But when you're out on the town
The world's under attack

If you're gonna part with your money
It's gonna be worth it

Never too high-brow to miss out on a chance
You take what you get to get in her pants

Making money spends time
And time spends your money

You make what you have
And take your own chances

Ramen noodles in a bucket and a hotdog in my hand
Walk from job to job with a frozen burrito in your bag

My eldest 3 year old is a master of this art.

The 6 year old girl next door saw us checking the mailbox at the street on Friday.

She came over and said hi and asked if my daughter wanted to come play.

Girl:  "Hi, do you want to come play at our house?"

Eldest:  "Well, we're checking the mailbox for letters."

Girl:  "We have lots of toys that we can play with and I'll share with you."

Eldest:  (pointing to the sky) "That's an airplane.  Mommy rides airplanes to work in other cities."

Girl:  "I cleaned my room so that we have room to play.  It didn't take very long at all."

Eldest:  (pointing two-handed at our house) "This is our house.  It's not our Michigan house.  This is our Nashville house.  We have two houses."

Girl's Father:  (loading bags into car.)  "C'mon - - - -, we have to go now.  Come get in the car with your sister."

Girl:  (to Father) "In a second."  (to Eldest) "Maybe we can play sometime?"

Eldest:  (to me)  "I have to go potty."

Me:  (to Eldest) "Say bye-bye."

Eldest:  (walks inside.)

Me: (to Girl) "Oh, maybe she can play later.  Bye-bye."

Girl:  (to me/Eldest) "Bye-bye."  (to Father)  "I'm coming Daddy!"

• Wake, sort of
• Sheets pulling me back under like water lapping at a drowning man.
• Pillows at least a half-mile deep.
  
• Sunrise, walking the dogs, orange light, dewy grass
• Note that the dogs have gotten into a diaper somewhere, visual data from their droppings
• Shower, warm, borderline hot, needling; and smelling ever so slightly of mold
• Mental note to confer with property management agent.
• Kids, where the hell are the kids?  Bed, a yes, awake but not in trouble.
  
• Shave, note blade slightly rusty... slightly?  It is or it isn't.  It is.  Must find replacements in box somewhere.
• Coffee, java, espresso... life.  Christopher Bean Tiramisu beans.  Hot steam under pressure, voila.
• Kids, where the hell are the kids?  Ah, breakfast table, eating cereal, mostly neatly.
  
• PC to check traffic for wife's commute.  Suggest alternate route.  Avoid congestion = faster = happy.
• Sausage.  Squished medallions of porcine yumminess emitting greasy smoke.  Crisp and unburned.
• Kids, where the hell have I put the kids?  Oh, TV, Noggin, to make smart kids who are active, by sitting on their asses.  Actually very active today.  Lots of play in the dogs crates.  The pups yield the field with valor.
  
• Drag pool off patio into yard.  Do battle with insects of extraordinary size.  Extend hose.  Fill pool.
• Cuppy and a nap in crib for youngest.
• Eldest spots pool.  Much whining.
• Eldest changed into swimsuit.  Much splashing.
• Sunny.  Warm.  Chair.  Footrest.  Backyard.  Pool.  Daughter giggle.  Tanning.  Beer.
• Where the hell are the kids?  Ah, lunch.  Dry one off, dress, table, peanut butter toast in the face.  Wake other up, dry off bum, change diaper, reapply clothes, table/high-chair, peanut butter toast, on the face and the hair, and the floor, to the puppies.
• Pool, splashing, two daughters giggling, warm, sun, chair, footrest, tanning, beer.
• Tired tantrums.  Nap for one.  Quiet puzzle time for two.  Microwave, processed-cheese on tortilla chip rounds Nachos for me.  Lookie, BBC America, and Discovery Science Channel and way too many others to ever flip through.
• PC time with the eldest.   Lots of Nick, Jr games.
• Checking on wife's commute home, suggest alternate route, ignored.
• Wife stuck in traffic, finally aborts and attempts suggested route.
• Dinner, sirloin tip under the broiler, finished with blue cheese, bovine bliss.
• Music and dancing and craziness on the coffee table and lots of shoulder rides and tummy-floor-swing-rocker rides.
• Kids asleep, nightlights on.  Grown-ups on the patio with matches and marble, and green faeries dancing with the fireflies in the treeline down the hill along the creek.
• Sweet tea and vodka.
  
• Marital aerobics.
• Oblivion.
  

What was your version of teenage rebellion? 
Brought to you by the movie Georgia Rule.

I worked on Sundays.