Take Five Deep Breaths

The anxiety-ridden haunted fun house that has been the 2016 Presidential Election is almost over.

Now look to the person to your left and right.

No matter who each of those people is voting for they are both (hopefully, unless they are aliens) still fellow human beings sharing the same time and space on this rock hurtling through space.

Let’s agree to disagree, compromise, and for gods’ sake, BE CIVIL.


About Last Night

I posted an expression of frustration and hopelessness.

I tossed and turned all night thinking about why I felt the way that I did.

I decided to delete the post this morning because while I do still feel frustrated I do not feel hopeless and I certainly do not feel like giving up.

I did not want to leave a post up that might make others feel hopeless or contribute to a sense no matter what they might do it does not matter.

I am hopeful and I know that while I cannot alone change things on a gigantic scale, I can change things in myself and my family.  And those changes will spiral outwards and have the chance to promote change within others.

A New Direction

I listened to a podcast today.  It gave me a fabulous idea.

Long story short, I will be taking my sweet time from here on out.

Quality over quantity is the new name of the game.

I realize I have not posted all that regularly, and a large part of that was fear of coming with the bullshit.

I have ascended to another level of consciousness and that fear has evaporated.

My next post may be tomorrow.  It may be in two months.  But it will be worth the wait.

Love, peace, and chicken grease.

Sunday, Funday, Punday?

I have a confession to make…

I am perfectly content sitting around in my quitters listening to podcasts solo dolo.

As I age the urge to get out there and get after it on my weekends continues to gradually ebb.

Now if you’ll excuse me, this IPA won’t drink itself.

Smells of Fall

My wife and I sleep with the window open most nights until we arrive at the depths of winter.

Lately the nights have been getting colder as the summer wanes.  It feels good to sleep under all of the covers again.

It makes it harder to get out of bed in the morning, but at the same time I wake up more quickly in the cool and crisp created by the decrease in degrees.

Over the holiday weekend a new facet arose in the sleeping with the windows open while the weather changes saga.  Some neighbor has been having a campfire each morning and the smells that now waft through my windows are intoxicating.

They transport me to a mythical land where I wake up early in the morning to start a fire for the day and enjoy a pint of porter with breakfast.  A land where my family and I do outdoor things and the means to afford our lifestyle do not cross our minds negatively or positively.

A magical place.  I want to go to there.