Hi-ho and hello
I’d like to take a moment to apologize.
I impatiently took to writing, posting and continued without giving much a thought, I didn’t think to look back at the site, to change the few pages on there, to categorize the lot of what’s been produced as of now. I wanted to write, to talk, to communicate with something, or someone.
I was talking with my good friend John today while we went over the memoirs, life, more editing, more memoir plans, and conversation of life and life. He’s acquired a nickname, it’s LF and stands for Lucky F*****. We joke about it while driving for breakfast and looking for a parking spot, he asks how life is, how I’m hiding my time, what’s keeping me busy, am I applying anywhere, any luck with the law firm situation? And I find myself lamenting silently while I choke on the questions and the scalding coffee I forgot to let cool. Though I am moved by his concern and troubled too, not because I don’t appreciate it, but because I don’t have these conversations with anyone anymore. What I want to do is ramble but try to think methodically, conscientiously, and am thorough with what I state.
I let him in on some truth, some inklings to life here, but try not to give him much, why though? I have a gentleman wanting to converse, bring inquiries, and showing concern, but I’m also wanting to pull myself out of the house to breathe if just for a moment. And to a specific reader, this means nothing but exactly that. I do still work with John, I try to maintain that work and not enjoy the effortlessness that is available if I choose to because I also want to be back home in a bit. But again this is a friend, one of one, and I keep simple. And try to turn the conversation back to the memoirs. But I need to remember to address the questions through the few hours we’ll spend together, through the organization and outline mitigation we tend to do each month to keep on track. 89 pages down now, 132 left to edit and likely another 200 plus left depending on the motivation John has in what to share.
But like I’ve said the 80/20. I’m a work-from-home, stay-at-home dad, I rarely talk to my brothers and the one I do tend to talk to hasn’t been around for a while. And that 80/20 is associated with my wife and I have to be conscious of that and what that entails so, John and I talk, I tell him how the MS is going, how school is, when the Masters will start, my hopes, worries, and how the screaming from my son this morning is still rattling in my head.
It’s like talking to a dad and I’m comforted by the ease of it and the familiarity with him, we make a good team and the last year and three months has been a blessing.
Anyhow I apologize for the lack of effort for the site and will make sure I make some much needed changes the next couple weeks, by all means please do comment, like, share, and follow readers.
Signing out.
C’est la vie
Goodnight and Good morning, Good morning and good night readers may you have a beautiful day to come.
Nosce Te Ipsum