At the lake

12/17/2011

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How can a little more than a two hour drive completely change my state of mind? Is is because I’m not at home? Could it be this big stupid puddle I’m staring at? I have no idea and I really don’t give a crap it’s just good to feel this way. There’s a little part of me that wonders if it would be so bad to live here full time but that would be trampled by my family as soon as it escaped my mouth. I’m just saying that I could get used to this.

But maybe getting used to it would wear the special right off. Tarnish it to the point that this would then be the place that my brain associates with the daily grind of life. Then I would just be that cranky a–hole who lives on the lake full time. It’s a conundrum.

All deep thoughts and questions aside I do so love this place. Aside from the fact that it’s my wife’s final solid connection to her family it’s just nice to have. I need to keep that in mind because just last week as I was trying to figure out how I was going to pay the tax bill and the first installment of the college second semester I had dirty thoughts about selling. A ton of financial pressure would melt away but it wouldn’t be worth it.

I’m going back to my staring out the window because the peace is about to break. I hear sounds coming from upstairs. Everyone have a happy Saturday. Peace and love. (and I’ll finish this up by giving myself a douche chill)

Cut n pasted from pages

12/16/2011

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I’m trying something new in my little writing world today and it will mean absolutely nothing to any of you so I won’t spend much time on it. I am typing this in a new program to see if this makes things easier on this blasted iPad. I want nothing more than this to become the only thing that I need to tote around but I keep bumping my head on stuff that takes me back to a computer. Anyway, on with the test.

I received a call from an old friend asking me if I wanted to meet him today at the all you can eat Brazilian steak place for lunch today. I already had my coat on before I finished saying yes and I was out the door with cartoon blurred legs. Our table looked like a roast had been thrown into a wood chipper. I am typing this uncomfortably sitting up but my body just wants to lie down. I need to shake off the sleepy and digest this bowling ball of meat before I make the drive up to Michigan.

That’s right the two youngest and a friend each are headed up to make sure that the lake house still stands. Or more importantly that the inside isn’t a frozen waterfall. Good thoughts but I’m not really worried I just feel the need to check in on a regular basis. I’ll report from the field but we aren’t staying long. Just enough time to miss the house full of women descending on our home this evening. Gots to go.