:-) NANO!!!! Every time I hear Paradise City, I’m apexing a curve in my old SE-R, Goodyears howling, somewhere just south of 6800 rpm in 2nd gear. The moonroof’s back, it’s 85 degrees outside as the sun sets in the West, and I’m headed to Louisville to see Whitney. Speed limit be damned, that car loved to MOOVE.
Quid Pro Quo On the surface, it looks so innocent. “Something for something.” Equality. Fairness. “I got my share.” “S/He owes me that.” “It’s my due.” “I know my rights.” Yes, friend: You can know your rights and your due right back into your cave, where no one will lament your passing into eternity. If every action you take is ticking off a chit on your list, it means nothing. If you love someone only enough to do up to your responsibility, you love them not at all. Love may not keep a record of wrongs, but it ought not keep a record of “rights,” either. ...
Quite a busy weekend…I’m expecting to crash sometime today around 10am, actually. High & Lowlights: Friday, Whitney tore a ligament in her right arm. Best quote from that belongs to her doctor: “I can either tell you you’ve got a torn ligament, or I can take X-Rays and tell you you’ve got a torn ligament.” So, she’s on restricted duty for a couple of weeks. Praise report: Mom’s CT scan came back clean…the doctor said she was doing fine and had no indications of cancer almost a year after her surgery. Woohoo!! ...
“I can’t” is the hardest phrase for me to deal with. “You can’t” is much easier; it’s someone else telling me what’s not possible or not allowed. You heart it from infancy onwards. You become accustomed to its boundaries and its structure. “I can’t,” though, is the phrase of capitulation, self-limitation, and self-doubt. It is at once the hallmark of maturity and wisdom and the harbinger of mediocrity and decline. ...
I sit beside Toner Creek on a bench, regarding building 082, or as I call it, The Crystal Palace. It’s chilly (!) in the shade today. A light Northerly breeze combined with a persistent cold front–we had a record low of 53 degrees this morning. Lunch today is a banana and some ABC-123’s…yep I’m on the Dave Ramsey diet again. Decided last night to plow some more money into the E30. As Whitney said, “It’s something you love. Enjoy it!” So, I’ve planned: ...
Today, Whitney and I await reports from Joey’s new school and his new teacher. He’s moving into the 2nd grade at his new school, and we’re hoping this is a new beginning. Joe didn’t have a banner 1st grade year–by Christmas break, he’d been branded a troublemaker by his teacher, and by Spring Break, he was living up to that moniker. He seemed bored, unengaged, and lethargic. In other words, it sounded just like me when I was in 1st grade. My teacher, Mrs. Moore was a stern woman with a round face, a rounder body, and a beat-the-drum teaching style. We sat for 2 hours straight everyday learning phonics. Mrs. Moore had this peculiar style of using a white and red piece of chalk in the same hand. I can still see her writing on the (green) board, showing us how the ’e’ on the ends of words like ‘pale’ and ‘sale’ made the vowel a long sound. ...
Very nicely done! Jeff Roberts - Aug 5, 2008 Very nicely done!
Man, I had a good time last night. Yesterday as a whole, actually. I enjoyed some Hawaiian pizza and frosty beverages at Lexington’s Mellow Mushroom with Todd, Serge, Varma, Vinnie, Narron, Ildy, and Patrick. Good times, good times. Then I came home and Bella wanted to watch the Whedon masterpiece, Once More, With Feeling. Hehe
Tired. Bored. Lonely. Bitter. Angry. Helpless. Controlled. Concealed. Afraid. Aggravated. Imprisoned. Obligated. I really don’t have anywhere to hide today. I’ve ALWAYS had somewhere to hide–work, women, racing, ****, friends, school, academics, video games, chat rooms, reading. That’s the comforting thing about being obsessive–you lose yourself in things, easily. You’re not YOU when it’s uncomfortable to be there. Obsession, fantasy, denial–they all go hand-in-hand. They’re my trinity of “not dealing with stuff”. ...
I can identify with trying to remove distractions … Jeff Roberts - Sep 5, 2007 I can identify with trying to remove distractions and make time to just be still. We all need to be in our own little bubble sometimes it is what keeps us sane. And yes I think that everyone goes through the same struggles. ...