Stick

Let's be honest for just one second - I bought a new car. I purchased a Honda fit. It is a great car and I love it, the only problem is that it is a stick. Being a manual means that I need two hands to drive, no longer just my right foot and left knee. Come on you know you do it too. Now I am both hands and both feet, ridiculousness!! When the heck am I supposed to blog? At work you say, humbug. I am working commission in a recession, its hustle time at work! I will have to figure it out and surely will, I miss my internet buddies and have lots of reading to ctach up on as well. Happy hump day, now get both hands on the wheel!
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Wednesday night

Finished reading the first Twilight book that wifey left behind. Got the tube on watching Pedro pitch for the Phillies, it is a weird night. The house is quiet and empty. I made my normal trash run and found nothing. Went into the beanies room to grab her sheets for the wash and just stood there for a minute thinking about what usually goes on here in the evenings. The carnival of attempting to get the kid to bed. The songs, the books, the master manipulation (on her part). I certainly miss the family. It is kind of tough at work lately when each day I feel like I am fighting to keep my job, to keep my head above water. In early and stay late. I hit the phones and talk for a living who knew how exhausted you could be after sitting in a cube for ten hours. At least I have a glass of wine a kitten on my lap, the mighty apollo by my side, and the manny man sitting on the arm of the sofa. I take a deep breath give a nod to the gods and say goodnight, don't let the bed bugs bite.
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Home alone...

Home alone on a Sunday morning. My ladies are off on vacation and the house is awful quiet. Up early and finished my shower and run, just me and the pupper curled up on the sofa. The rain has been pouring all morning, I had some coffee and a good book to keep me busy. I am a bit lonely, and now the sun is threatening to make me get some yard work started. I think I will take a few more moments to myself. Maybe brew a second cup and think about what I would be doing if the girls were still home. Maybe some Elmo or Cindarella some breakfast at the diner, some songs and some dancing, certainly nothing this quiet.
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Seemingly

It seems that I can hear without listening and drive without seeing. My morning commute has been more of a dazish fog than an active trip from one destination to the next. The music is on and I am listening and even note certain songs. I stay on the road, yet not really seeing the road. Almost as if in a tunnel or a cattleshoot I just get in line and get there when I get there. I think about my family, I look at the sunrise, I watch the guy in the yellow shirt ride his bike, I watch the people walking their dogs, I watch people drive their cars, eat their breakfasts, and I realize life is good. Life is really fucking good. Sure we have THINGS that we want to get done and other STUFF on our plates. Life is good, enjoy.
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