May Day

May. 1st, 2013 12:10 am
wolfmoon72: (soothing)
Recent news: The death of George Jones, one of country music's legends. I wasn't a big country music fan in the 80's when he was still producing hits, but since then I have grown to appreciate this style of music with everything else I now listen to. Ironically, I have his EP called "The Classic Mercury Years" which is a collection of his biggest hits from early in his career. Rest in peace. George Jones gone at age 81.

May, as a month, just got started minutes ago, and last weekend's warm, almost summer-like temps have caved to the point it might actually snow again. I doubt it'll be cold enough to make any snow truly stick this time of the year, but some forecasts are calling for better than six inches of the stuff not far from here. Really? Yes. I've actaully seen ten inches of snow pile up overnight in early May in Minnesota. Bring it on. Maybe, like the piles of hot chili paste and sriracha sauce I put on my food occasionally, it's just one of those things that help me realize I'm still alive.

Star went to her great-aunt's funeral last Friday night and brought Rey with her. It wasn't a particularly eventful night for me, watching more of the "Heroes" series from Netflix, and then I went to bed a little earlier than usual. My arthritis bites a little harder when the workplace puts me through the ringer, and I need the extra sleep. Anyway, Star and Rey returned the following evening, and Rey had developed some sort of a skin rash. One allergy tablet, one oatmeal bath and a few anti-itch cream rubs later his rash seems to have gone completely away. It's his allergies to cats, just like me, his father. It's just that his newer, more sensitive skin manifests a rash, unlike me who just gets the plugged sinuses and watery eyes.
wolfmoon72: (soothing)
Sometimes things happen in the world, and in my own personal life, that force me to remember life doesn't last forever and that time has implicit value. Take, for instance, the recent tragedy at the Boston Marathon, where two bombs exploded in a crowded area. Consider the three who died. One moment, they have a decent shot at seeing maybe a few thousand more sunrises. The next moment, any hope of that is snuffed out. Furthermore, any children they might have had, won't now ever exist.

I consider myself fortunate that I've even lived this long. I turn 41 this June. Some would call this the statistical mid-life of today's average lifespan, but as I alluded to earlier, it's called "average" for a reason. The long-lived centenarians get lumped together with the tragic teenage car accident victims and everyone else.

I also have a loving family, both close and extended, and three sons of my own. I'd like to think that I have another 41 years here, but above all I should be thankful that I've made it this long and have what I have. It's been proven many times over none of this is a given.

I'm starting this journal because it feels like a new chapter, of sorts, in my life. If it's not a new chapter of its own accord, the changes are necessary for me to make happen. I'm not exactly where I want to be in life, but that's a topic for another post.


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