Sunday, October 07, 2007
bliss
Okay, I like get it or something. No really, I do.
Please, my dear reader, do not mistake my passion for raging against the dying of the light as the late night drunken ramblings of a crazy person, best ignored as if standing unseen on the corner with a clever sign begging for your pennies while you wait for the light to change.
Even if that's what it is.
But it is not.
Again I say, it is not.
I may gladly suffer fools because I frequently find them amusing. But as Saint Rodney says, "I don't take shit from no one".
(I'm a Mellon!)
And we are a nation caught in a raging shit storm.
However, much still remains that just makes me smile and grin from ear to ear.
This evening The Boy played his second game of baseball. Yes, baseball.
Like the first game, it was remarkable, it was wonderful, it was a beauty to behold and would warm the cockles of even the most cold dead heart.
Okay, so it's not baseball in the traditional sense. But then again, The Boy is nothing if not quite traditional. He has been and always will be a truly exceptional and remarkable creature.
And long ago he warmed the cockles of my cold dead heart.
His two best friends along along with a small host of family and other wishers of well were amongst those in attendance to cheer him on.
Following the game, the friends came back to our home for a slumber party, the first of presumably many sleep overs.
The kids were rambunctious, as they frequently and characteristically are. They ate corn dogs and frozen pizza, played video games and stayed up way past a responsible bedtime watching Ben Stiller and Robin Williams.
Eventually they all passed out in a post sugar hangover on the floor and now sleep blissfully like puppies in the warmth of their blankets and love of their friendships.
It's freakin' beautiful man.
I tucked The Wife into bed a couple of hours ago and agreed to stay up late and eventually (when this post is finished?) fall asleep on the couch in order to keep a watchful if sleepy eye on our child and his guests.
This is exactly why I live the life I live, why I travel down the path I have chosen.
There is no other way to say it.
Yes, I know in a very real yet metaphorical sense we are being slowly and steadily encircled by a a pack of hungry wolves moving towards a kill. (It is with appropriate irony that as I typed that sentence a police helicopter raced by overhead. Really.)
But sometimes I just don't care.
I find strength and take comfort in the love of The Wife and The Boy.
As long as my family can sleep comfortably, troubled by nothing in the world of wakefulness or slumber, well for the moment at least, all is right with the world.
Good night, and good luck.
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Please, my dear reader, do not mistake my passion for raging against the dying of the light as the late night drunken ramblings of a crazy person, best ignored as if standing unseen on the corner with a clever sign begging for your pennies while you wait for the light to change.
Even if that's what it is.
But it is not.
Again I say, it is not.
I may gladly suffer fools because I frequently find them amusing. But as Saint Rodney says, "I don't take shit from no one".
(I'm a Mellon!)
And we are a nation caught in a raging shit storm.
However, much still remains that just makes me smile and grin from ear to ear.
This evening The Boy played his second game of baseball. Yes, baseball.
Like the first game, it was remarkable, it was wonderful, it was a beauty to behold and would warm the cockles of even the most cold dead heart.
Okay, so it's not baseball in the traditional sense. But then again, The Boy is nothing if not quite traditional. He has been and always will be a truly exceptional and remarkable creature.
And long ago he warmed the cockles of my cold dead heart.
His two best friends along along with a small host of family and other wishers of well were amongst those in attendance to cheer him on.
Following the game, the friends came back to our home for a slumber party, the first of presumably many sleep overs.
The kids were rambunctious, as they frequently and characteristically are. They ate corn dogs and frozen pizza, played video games and stayed up way past a responsible bedtime watching Ben Stiller and Robin Williams.
Eventually they all passed out in a post sugar hangover on the floor and now sleep blissfully like puppies in the warmth of their blankets and love of their friendships.
It's freakin' beautiful man.
I tucked The Wife into bed a couple of hours ago and agreed to stay up late and eventually (when this post is finished?) fall asleep on the couch in order to keep a watchful if sleepy eye on our child and his guests.
This is exactly why I live the life I live, why I travel down the path I have chosen.
There is no other way to say it.
Yes, I know in a very real yet metaphorical sense we are being slowly and steadily encircled by a a pack of hungry wolves moving towards a kill. (It is with appropriate irony that as I typed that sentence a police helicopter raced by overhead. Really.)
But sometimes I just don't care.
I find strength and take comfort in the love of The Wife and The Boy.
As long as my family can sleep comfortably, troubled by nothing in the world of wakefulness or slumber, well for the moment at least, all is right with the world.
Good night, and good luck.
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