This Sunday I had three weddings on my mind. I attended mass with my Catholic in-laws for the second time since my infamous Orlando walkout. If I said it was the first time it would sound a lot more impressive, unless you knew I was lying. We were taking on mass to celebrate Cheryl’s parents’ forty-fifth anniversary. That’s pretty cool, but just being in the church brought back some of my fondest memories. (Not counting the Orlando incident.) It’s where Cheryl and I were married a little over fourteen years ago. I may be a little biased, but it was the best wedding I’ve ever been to. At some point I got off memory road, giving me the chance to spend most of the sermon daydreaming about the third wedding: my trip to Wisconsin later this week for my cousin’s wedding. Maybe you don’t think Wisconsin is exciting, but it will be the second furthest I’ve traveled from home. Note: I’m not counting trips to New England, mostly because it’s inconvenient, but also because it’s where I used to live (MA being the only state I can say that about) and it’s where much of my family is from. It will also be my first trip outside the state since I got sick. Plus, I’ll get to see some family I haven’t seen in a really long time. In the words of the cool kids from my high school days, I’m stoked.
Now I’d like to take this opportunity to thank the server at our office for burning out this morning, making this post possible. Many organizations have striven for the elusive “paperless office,” and in many ways we’ve achieved it in my department. But the flip side is there’s not a lot to do when the ‘puter ain’t working. “Open the pod bay doors Hal.”
For those of you outside my inner circle (re: not in my head), the last month or so has been crazy busy – on the Kauffman scale of activity anyway. Now that Beth is on the road to middle school (junior high) and the after school activities have shifted a few hours later, I find myself with less feet-up time. It’s left a lot less time for leisure pursuits, but I’m not complaining. Days have never seemed so short, which I take as a good sign. Nowadays I’ve got just enough time for my kids, work, my bike, a pinch of news and the occasional post. And that’s with a reduced sleep schedule.
Alright, maybe it doesn’t sound all that busy, but I can’t imagine what I’d do if I had a job with more time demands. Not being able to imagine it is probably a big reason why I don’t.