Guys Rule 5:00 AM
When I was younger I was a late riser. No more. One of the first things that a man in marriage with kids learns is that there are few times he can call his own, his days are prescribed by work, wife, soccer matches and homework assistance duty. But in all generations, at all times, the first hours of the morning belong to man.
5:00 AM is truly Yang in its composition.
This is a quick post, just a check in, as I do not have time today for weighty writing. The weekend was spent with Fiancee and youngest daughter up in Inverness at the home of a friend and sometimes boss and business partner. My daughter learned how to make pizza in an Italian wood pizza oven and my fiancee met a man who, for better or worse, provided the backdrop for much of what happened to me back at the end of the last century and beginning of the 21st.
Sunday was a walk on the beach, the water was flat and beautiful. Note to self, time to find time to launch the kayak.
Anyone see the pictures of Titan? Incredible. Imagine a place with a sea of methane, rivers of ethane. The universe is an amazing place. Hats off to the European Space Agency and the people of NASA and JPL.
A strange feeling is coming over me, one of familiarity, and not in a bad way. The Fiancee' and I have been living together now for almost 7 months. My youngest ( who is with us sometimes) and my oldest (who is technically with us always, though an 18 year old boy with a Camero is a mobile creature) have settled into having her around quite nicely. All the kids like her a lot, she is more normal that either of their mothers (one is a lovely, but very born again Baptist, the other is a recovering long term alcoholic/pill addict). I find myself back to a place that feels normal, and it is as if the last three years were more a dream than real. Strange, seeing that there used to be a crazy skinny blonde and now there is a smart, younger brunette with curves where curves were not. Still, I should not wonder, I have been married or engaged with kids since I was 26, just not with the same woman. Singlehood, apperantly, is not something I do often or well.
Fiancee and I are off to visit my parents in a month. My mother is a saint, my father is very sick, both with heart and kidney problems and with recently diagnosed Parkinson's disease. He was a life long alcoholic, a depressive and rage-aholic, an all around piece of work. In some kind of karmac justice, the sins of his life have writ large on his body. The last five years have been for him a very Dantean experience of hell on earth. Now, he is just a very frail, scared old man. It is time to see him while I can. Mom is beside herself to meet the Fiancee.
Ok, well this week is going to be a bit of a wild ride, mostly on the work and wedding planning side, not a lot of time to post.
I had thought to spend a bit more time on political musings. That will now change. Dreams have been haunting me, the ex has been rattling around in my sleep time, and I think it is time to write some things that have been waiting for the right time to write. I promised in my second post to not focus so much on the sexual. Given the topic matter, I must beg forgiveness from my readers, her's is a steamy, torrid and sometimes lurid story all around. It may take me a few days of this to do it right.
By the way, for those who were wondering, a Cataphract is a Roman Knight, heavy horse soldier, trained to lance, sword and bow. A combination of horse archer and lancer, they were the Roman's response to the Gothic and Hunnish horse armies and the backbone of the Byzantine military system. They also provide an interesting metaphor for life.
Sometimes you have to stand off at safe distance and pepper them with arrows..
Sometimes you have to charge home.
5:00 AM is truly Yang in its composition.
This is a quick post, just a check in, as I do not have time today for weighty writing. The weekend was spent with Fiancee and youngest daughter up in Inverness at the home of a friend and sometimes boss and business partner. My daughter learned how to make pizza in an Italian wood pizza oven and my fiancee met a man who, for better or worse, provided the backdrop for much of what happened to me back at the end of the last century and beginning of the 21st.
Sunday was a walk on the beach, the water was flat and beautiful. Note to self, time to find time to launch the kayak.
Anyone see the pictures of Titan? Incredible. Imagine a place with a sea of methane, rivers of ethane. The universe is an amazing place. Hats off to the European Space Agency and the people of NASA and JPL.
A strange feeling is coming over me, one of familiarity, and not in a bad way. The Fiancee' and I have been living together now for almost 7 months. My youngest ( who is with us sometimes) and my oldest (who is technically with us always, though an 18 year old boy with a Camero is a mobile creature) have settled into having her around quite nicely. All the kids like her a lot, she is more normal that either of their mothers (one is a lovely, but very born again Baptist, the other is a recovering long term alcoholic/pill addict). I find myself back to a place that feels normal, and it is as if the last three years were more a dream than real. Strange, seeing that there used to be a crazy skinny blonde and now there is a smart, younger brunette with curves where curves were not. Still, I should not wonder, I have been married or engaged with kids since I was 26, just not with the same woman. Singlehood, apperantly, is not something I do often or well.
Fiancee and I are off to visit my parents in a month. My mother is a saint, my father is very sick, both with heart and kidney problems and with recently diagnosed Parkinson's disease. He was a life long alcoholic, a depressive and rage-aholic, an all around piece of work. In some kind of karmac justice, the sins of his life have writ large on his body. The last five years have been for him a very Dantean experience of hell on earth. Now, he is just a very frail, scared old man. It is time to see him while I can. Mom is beside herself to meet the Fiancee.
Ok, well this week is going to be a bit of a wild ride, mostly on the work and wedding planning side, not a lot of time to post.
I had thought to spend a bit more time on political musings. That will now change. Dreams have been haunting me, the ex has been rattling around in my sleep time, and I think it is time to write some things that have been waiting for the right time to write. I promised in my second post to not focus so much on the sexual. Given the topic matter, I must beg forgiveness from my readers, her's is a steamy, torrid and sometimes lurid story all around. It may take me a few days of this to do it right.
By the way, for those who were wondering, a Cataphract is a Roman Knight, heavy horse soldier, trained to lance, sword and bow. A combination of horse archer and lancer, they were the Roman's response to the Gothic and Hunnish horse armies and the backbone of the Byzantine military system. They also provide an interesting metaphor for life.
Sometimes you have to stand off at safe distance and pepper them with arrows..
Sometimes you have to charge home.
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