Tons of people will wish someone a happy memorial day. People of facebook will take issue with that but I’m OK with it. They say it from their heart, it comes from the right place.
There is one movie that represents what this day is all about, Taking Chance.
I never buy running gear at full price. My method is checking the racks at Marshalls and buying whatever fits. Most of my buys are a season or two out of style and some of the worst colors ever invented. I really don’t care, the stuff is cheap!
The other day I started investigating compression socks after seeing so many people run with them. I took a leap and paid full price, a shock $60 a pair.
I think I have turned a corner.
I bought a new running jacket at full price. The old one was brought in 1998. What a difference in tech and fabrics. Why have I waited so long?
Today I ran the most miles in a very long time and I can say I will be buying more of these socks. I was susceptible but I am now a believer.
I decided to give myself a big push to do something that would physically challenge me.
I have been feeling a little stuck so I thought maybe that adding a little pressure, pain and discomfort was really all I needed.
I got a little nudge from the family and a random dude at a sandwich shop. It really wasn’t anything he said, it was his jacket. His jacket was from the 2017 Marine Corps Marathon. I checked my phone and saw I could enter a lottery to get a spot. Some sites online said it was only a 15-18% chance of getting in. I got in.
It is odd to think I will spend more money than I wish to admit flying the family to DC to watch me suffer for 26.2 miles.
Right now the best part is running at about 4AM most days. It is dark and I’m completely alone. Each day that I run I feel like it is a mini vacation.
Other days, longer runs on Saturday, totally suck.
Maybe this was the little push I needed.
Don’t mistake the push as a personal issue, it is 100% work related.
The best sleep of my life has always been under the stars. Mostly I think it was due to the fact I was dead tired but there is something about the fresh air that makes you sleep deeply.
Many nights we just laid on the ground and slept. Just stopped walking and laid right down. Dirt, mud, water was the bed for the night. No tents and the only time sleeping bags were allowed it had to be 32 or below.
The only thing we carried for sleeping was our poncho liner, aka the woobie.
A poncho liner was just a nylon blanket, wicked thin and usually very old, that you could tie to your poncho for extra warmth.
I bought a woobie on ebay maybe 20 years ago because I missed having one around.
The family might have a quilt to cover up while watching a movie, I’ve got my woobie.
I can’t really articulate why I love it so much. I’m pretty sure you could ask any toddler the same question, they don’t know why but they love it.
We all need a woobie no matter how old we get.
(I sometimes wish I could bring it to work.)
I was at an elementary school today helping a few people and I spied these bottles in the corner. At first I thought it was one of those reward jars until I looked a little closer.
The jar to the far left represents how many weeks you have from birth to 18. You can figure out the rest.
She had these as a reminder of how much time she has left until her son turns 18. 52 short weeks of influence left. A tiny amount of time and a tremendous amount of influence until he leaves for whatever is next for him.
It got me thinking about the last 52 weeks of my life and this one song came to mind.
The song makes me think of my brother PT. What we wouldn’t give for just 52 more weeks or even 52 minutes.
In a blink of an eye everything changed and he was suddenly gone.
So many things left unsaid.
So many stories not shared.
Those bottles and this song has me thinking about not letting time go by without really holding on to each second.
Sometimes people say there are good times and bad, but what if they are really all good times? The bad usually fades quickly anyway.
Savor the good and it is all good.
(PS – the kids are still not allowed to use their electronic devices. savoring is wicked hard right now but I am trying.)
sometimes you need a pair of scissors.
Today was like any other workday.
Before leaving the house I use the Starbucks app to order a cold brew coffee. I love cold brew. The only thing better is nitrogen coffee. I buy that at another place from time to time. I always buy that one with cash to hide how expensive it is.
When I opened the straw I was confronted with something I had never seen before. One end of the straw was sealed shut. Shut! No using it for drinking coffee.
I could have used some scissors but I just held the straw for a while.
It spoke to me.
So many times in my life a door was closed.
That saying about a window opens when a door closes used to make me mad. It seems the people who say that are those with all the doors open.
This straw made me think of some of the Henry Rollins books that I have read. He has this saying about lemons that I just love. You can’t write it, you just need to hear it.
This straw reminded me that there isn’t always a window, sometimes you gotta make your own.
Sometimes you need to go full on Kool Aid man and crash through that wall.
It was a no technology break for the kids. Not because we are some great family or out of some desire to talk more, it was because the kids were breaking rules and being rude.
I was really hoping that after about ten days without social media, Netflix and video games the gravity of their actions would sink in.
Maybe I had forgotten what it was like to be 12 and 14. The world somehow centers on them and they don’t see outside of themselves very well.
Aidan did kinda clean his room. A tiny miracle.
Sammi is playing a board game right now with Aidan. If they actually reach the end of the game without yelling will be another tiny miracle.
I really thought it would be easier as they get older but it seems like it just gets more complicated as the year tic on by.
Nick sometimes brought his mom’s walkman to recess. It was unlike anything I had ever seen. The earbuds were just buds and the device only took one battery. I’m pretty sure it cost a fortune as there wasn’t anything else like it.
We listened to Billy Joel endlessly. Sometimes rewinding and listening to the same track over and over again.
Today I was painting baseboard listening to Pandora. Some Billy Joel song came on it and it transported me back. I hated school but hanging out with Nick made it worth showing up for.
I always thought if you had just one good friend in life it would be all be OK.
That is maybe my only regret from joining the Corps, it kinda broke something inside me when it comes to friendships. I can’t really explain what it is or what is missing. I think it is only something a vet can relate to.
I should really have read the cans much closer.
The day was kinda a disaster but this was the worst.
I bought a small quart can of satin white for the baseboards in the bathroom. They needed some work and I thought I could get it done while my wife was at work. I’m not super handy, painting makes me stressed.
There was something totally wrong with the paint, it was like I was painting with milk. It was thin and didn’t cover anything. I kinda thought it was like the glaze you use for ceramics.
I googled and even called my in-laws to see if they could help. No luck.
I did stir the paint. I stirred it for maybe ten minutes. It was still as thin as could be, couldn’t cover anything.
I took a picture of the baseboard and the paint can label and returned to the store. The guy took one look, maybe like only a second long, and grabbed a new can. Told me this is what I needed.
The cans were 99% identical. There was one tiny set of words I did not read, I didn’t even see it. The thin paint was a deep base, the other just said pure white.
All my frustration solved in one second by an expert. So easy for him but so hard for me.
I’m not sure I will survive this break.
We have imposed a no electronics until further notice.
No netflix. No streaming of any video. No social media. No fortnite. No texting friends. Nothing.
The kids were not being nice to us or each other. They did not do the simplest of tasks around the house. They were not following the electronic guidelines so we took all devices and access away.
Today we spent hours doing yard work.
Tomorrow it is supposed to rain all day. I’m thinking a trip to the public library.
We have crafty stuff to build and board games to play. I’m thinking that will last about five minutes.
They are playing the game of life right now. It teeters between arguing and laughing.
Feeling this creeping darkness seeping in.