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13 April, 2017

the evening of Wednesday, April 5th

  • MrCuddles demonstrated his kung-fu and broke a board with a kick for me
  • MrGrunty and I played catch while talking about if Mr Westbrook would get the tripple-double record for the season  (he did!!!)
  • MsSqueaky and I went shopping for her very own pocket knife. The BoyScouts issue all third graders a knife, GirlScouts…knives aren’t priority. Took her to sporting goods store. The big and scary looking / military style / hunting style she didn’t want. She ended up with a small SwissArmy knife. The guy at the store was very kind, “take your time, not every knife is for every person, get one that is right for you.”

the evening of Thursday, April 6th… me and the childrens spent a bit of time drawing together at the dinner table.

the morning of Tuesday, April 11th

  •  MsSqueaky first words in the morning “Papa are you feeling better? Is your headache gone?”  (Previous night I fell asleep way early with a bad headache.)
  • MrGrunty was first one awake, and was reading. He seems to have found a good book, and is doing more reading without us asking him to. Then when he saw me, his first words were “can I give Sophie a treat?”  Awww…he’s getting more familiar and liking our pets more.  Why I remember, when he was a toddler, and Sophie was AFRAID of kids (MsS would grab for her) Sophie-kitty and MrG surprised each other in the hallway, and had a little stand off, neither sure how to react. Sophie then got brave and advanced. MrG fell on his butt. Sophie sauntered past, sashaying her big fluffy tail.
  • MrCuddles was asking what college he would need to go to to be a “fire fighter, police officer and construction worker.”  I encouraged him to start with an EMT training.

Morning of Wednesday, April 12th, on ride to school MrG asked who was going to be in the family book club. We all said “yes” and he was happy that we would participate. I pointed out that we had already read a book as a family, “Ivan” and “HarryPotter” the fourth graders said.  “And ‘Goodnight Moon’, I added. They laughed.

<sadness warning>

Wednesday evening, fears from a ominous & vague post on TheFacebook confirmed, an ex-co-worker had committed suicide. We worked together in the kitchen for a few years, he was surly, and loyal to his friends, loved to shock people with his jokes, loved the SuperSonics and heavy metal. I hope and pray, that after “Guido” insulted St. Peter for an hour, then told St. Peter a bunch of offensive jokes for an hour, that Guido was allowed into heaven, so he could finally play with his daughter who was born asleep less than a year ago. I still don’t know what to say. We weren’t close, even back when we worked together. I’m more sad than I would have thought. Sometimes demons win and humans lose. Sometimes it’s not fair. And it’s scary, I have had a pretty good life, how would I react to depression, death of a child, war, debilitating disease, death of a loved one… I dunno.  Sometimes people do stupid things. Rest in peace, Guido.

 

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Robin Hood

29 March, 2017

when I was a child, one of my favorite movies was Disney’s 1973 cartoon Robin Hood.

Later, when I went to England with the youth symphony, we visited Nottingham, and saw “the tree that Robin Hood hid in from the Sherriff…OK, probably not really, because we think this tree is only about 600 years old.”  Right then, a little kid went running across the field, singing loudly, “Robin Hood and Little John, running through the forest…”

MsSqueaky was just in a play, an after school club production…it was Robin Hood. It included the awesome “Oo De Lally” song.

It was great and so much fun to watch her.

 

The One and Only Ivan

11 March, 2017

When I was a child in South Tacoma, we would sometimes go to the B&I. I saw Ivan. He didn’t seem happy in a small grey cage.

Just finished reading Katherine Applegate’s The One & Only Ivan to the childrens. It was a pleasure to read, well written, time well spent with my childrens. And, even though a “kid’s” book, dealt with weighty themes like cages, freedom, family, death, fear, animal cruelty, economic stress…and if you were paying attention hints of divorce, poverty, alcoholism too.

I recommend reading it.

jr high boys

4 February, 2017

So…a story from the long long ago, forgive me if some of the details are fuzzy from the fog of the 80s.

One day, at Jr. High School in Tacoma, sitting in the library at lunch, there was a kid kinda picking on me, kinda making fun of me, not sure why. After a bit, he got bored with it and wandered off.  A moment later, he was hopping, yelling, “I got stabbed.”

We all, students and staff, ignored him, because he was a jokester and jerk.

A bit after he was out of the library, I looked over at another table, near where the jerk started yelling and making a scene, and the kid sitting there looks up at me, big grin on his face, “I totally stabbed him” and, I believe, showed me a pocket knife.

And that’s the end of the story. No clue how much is true. No clue if the stabber ever got caught.

Just weird, random, Jr High violence.

 

Hebrews 12

13 January, 2017

My brother, who’s a preacher, (hey, every family has one!), asked me for some inspiration stories about running because he’ll soon be preaching on Hebrews 12.

As usual, I wasn’t much help…

 

I got no inspirational stories aboot running races.

Running sucks.

The only reason people do it, is because they can’t catch a ball, so they can’t participate in a real sport.

Or, we run to get away from predators.

You know which animal predators that humans can out run… well… snakes,…uh…spiders… raccoons… you get my point. Alpha predators remind us where we belong on the food chain. As dinner.

You hear about the two friends hiking, they see a big, mean, hungry grizzly. One friend starts to run. One friend says, “You’re crazy! You can’t outrun a grizzly.” The other yells back, “I just have to outrun you!”

Running sucks.

You ever notice, after the race, you are basically right back where you started?

Why run?

To beat your own time? Don’t worry, Father Time will beat you.

Why run?

For fleeting glory? Every weekend, millions of Americans do some sort of race, and pay lots of money for shirts, prizes, entertainment (because there has to be some sort of payout!) …and most people can only name one or two famous athletes (usually because they are embroiled in a cheating scandal.)

Why run?

To feel good? No, that’s the drugs your brain makes because your body is so very uncomfortable. That’s hurt until it feels good mentality. That’s what mystics do when they flog themselves. What did Jesus say about people who draw attention to their fasting [suffering]?

Why run?
Health? Running is one of the worst exercises for your feet, knees.

Running sucks.

What, you still want inspiration? How about the story of when your daughter first started walking. You were so proud. She, was so very full of joy. It was so difficult, and one day, she could do it. The world had so many more possibilities. She was so happy. She could take steps. Her parents seemed to be happy. But. Movement. Freedom. Challenge accepted & conquered! One step. Another step. Still standing. one step two step. Still standing. She wanted to move faster. This was great. StepStep, so fast, almost falling but step-step-step-step little legs moving little feet. Just like falling, but, because her feet could move fast, because she was running, she never hit the ground. Running is a controlled fall, she discovered. And she laughed and ran and ran and laughed, and didn’t want to stop. Ever.

We humans are a strange species. We compete over anything. But mostly, we compete with ourselves. We compete with that guy in the mirror, who’s like, “look, there are plenty of things going on right now, get organized, and then get a fresh start, and you can go running tomorrow.”

We compete with that guy in our heads who is always there reminding us, “your friends will still like you no matter what your time is for this race, they’re good people”  that guy who later reminds you “dude, you gave up easy. Can’t you push yourself? What’s your problem? Lack of character, that’s it! Soon, your friends will find out that you are undeserving.”

We compete against the laws of physics. Your tendons have a certain strength, (and it gets a little less every day after 40, amirite?), and there is nothing you can do to stop the relentless march of time, which crushes all things, which destroys all things, which forgets all things. We humans have imagination. What if? we wonder, and we plan, and we hope, and we strive to beat physics, to do what is not possible, to grasp for a moment the hint of a taste of the immortal. And we’ve seen it in others. And we want a piece of it ourselves. Some get it a time or two. Most never do, because gravity, it will bring you down.

Years ago I did a marathon. Once. Learned my lesson. It sucked. About 18 miles in, I bargained with my body, please let me finish, and I promise never again. And, up the hill, allegedly there were hula dancers to encourage us. Yes, thank goodness for hula dancers. Something to get my mind off the…WHAT???!!!??? FAT OLD MEN with grass skirts and coconut bras playing ukulele!!! I hated Portland, so, very, much. Kept going. Few miles left, I got passed by an old guy, passed by a dude running the race in a suit, a pregnant lady w/ a stroller went past. And there, ahead, in the middle of the road, was a young girl, waving, telling the runners “good job”, she gave me a hi-five and I started to cry. I hoped that one day I would have a daughter as awesome as that girl.  (Spoiler alert: I do.)

I have no regrets. It was a voluntary project, that I had to plan for, to work at, that needed dedication to finish. And it still sucked.
Remember what the USMC says: “Pain is just weakness leaving your body.”

brown shoes

9 January, 2017

…it’s been awhile since I had brown shoes. Come to think of it, I think the last time was like, 4th grade, I vividly remember trying to fit in, trying to play soccer, in the middle of the scrum, not knowing what I was doing but kicking at the ball, and evidently I was bad, because one of the cool kids cried out “ouch, get those whomper-stompers outta here!”  Which, we all thought was funny.

Anyway, last night, I took the childrens shopping. And I just gotta say, it was alright. They didn’t complained. They helped. It was alright.

And now I have brown shoes, which are like WAY better than the ones I foolishly kept wearing for a couple months. Falling apart. No support. No cushion. No traction. What the heck, I know that it is important to have happy feet!

I think my other shoes were retired right around Halloween…

more stories in stupidity

23 August, 2016

continuing my stories of stupid things I’ve done… like placing hand in garbage disposal

Back in the food service day, there was a clogged drain, which is not good… and I figured, why spend money calling the plumber, when I know some basic chemistry? I knew that Drano is nasty stuff, and burns out the clog. But didn’t have any. But I did have bleach and ammonia. So, I mixed them both, knowing a violent chemical reaction would occur. It was just like living in a WWI trench, hot, humid, wet feet, tired, the feeling of your eyes & lungs being damaged.

Pro-tip. While it did make the kitchen dangerous, it did not unclog the drain. And in case you were wondering, sometimes it is proper professional vernacular when a plumber calls you a “dumb shit”.

 

music matters

8 August, 2016

so… recently I told the childrens, of a game that me, MyBetterHalf & Pablo would play on the long drive to Spokane. We all loved music. But different music. Everyone had the option to say “skip” to any song, but they could not skip again until the other two people had used a skip. So, a mediocre song, you might stick with, because what if the next one was worse.

Tonight, after biking at the park, the childrens quickly used up their skips. I was the only one who had a skip. And the song on the radio was Def Leppard’s “Bringing on the Heartache”. They were not happy that I didn’t skip the song. They were not amused that I sang along with the guitar solo and chorus. Loudly.

Hopefully they learned a lesson.

BTW… Def Leppard, my first “real” concert back in 1987 in the Tacoma Dome.

Yesterday

2 August, 2015

Yesterday, really early, MyBetterHalf and MrG went to see a Seahawks practice.

later, I took MsS and MrC on a hike at Boeing Creek. I let them choose the pace, and if they wanted the high road or low road. And, under the trees, next to a cold stream, it was very nice.

 

Cleaning up

3 January, 2015

So….I found pictures of the in-laws whilst cleaning up the loft today. I’ve known them like…. Heck, almost 20 years.

bro-in-law-R was helpful. We got rid of a bunch do stuff, including a Tv that MyBetterHalf and I purchased, and then got it back to her place by bus. It wasn’t that heavy…for the first four blocks.