So I’m pretty bummed about the progress I’ve made so far on the garage cleaning project. Yesterday I was all gun-ho and made a couple of trips to the dump, which ended up eating all my time because it appears that instead of going away for the long weekend, everyone in town decided to clean out their collective crap and take it to the dump! I waited at least an hour just to pull in every time I took a load! So, I figured today wouldn’t be as busy, but I ended up spending most of the day doing some running around. And, just to throw a wrench in the works, I have to go into work tomorrow for some meeting that I guess will be a grand holding hands ceremony that will result in no changes and probably just furthering bitterness. It just seems all so pointless.
I’ll probably have a few things to say on this blog tomorrow about the meeting. I’ll keep it PC, but I guess I just feel like this is a big spinning of the wheels. There is clearly some distance between management and staff. I sometimes think that the fault lies on both sides, but getting either one to admit it and then meet amicably in the middle is down right mission impossible!
But ah, we’ll see. Maybe I’m wrong and I’ll return tomorrow night all stoked that things got accomplished and it was a really positive experience. Deep down I doubt it, but it would be nice to have it turn out that way…
So I did manage to clean up some junk from the garage. I also found some interesting stuff. I fund quite a few books, which I always love! It’s funny to see the kinds of books I’ve kept around. I have a Scholastic picture book of The Empire Strikes Back and ET! They’re both 25+ years old, and still in pretty good condition. I wonder if eBay might be calling my name…
I also found some of my old high school yearbooks! It’s funny looking at them now and thinking how much like a gomer I looked. Wow, brutal picture in grade 10!! It’s also funny reading people’s comments, in which a number wished me well with my girlfriend of the time. The comical part of it is that she dumped my ass about a week after those comments were written! Ah well, fickle high school romances…
It’s also interesting to look at the people who meant something to me at the time; I had a habit of circling my friends with highlighter. I recognize them all now to look at their pictures, but I wonder if I would have remembered them had I received a friend request in Facebook. Seeing all those old faces, it makes me so aware of how everything seemed possible then. How awkward and foolish I was when it came to just about everything! But I think back then, in spite of thinking I was so mature and serious at the time, I was actually very immature and lacked any true vision of what would lead me into adulthood. I don’t think I gave any serious thought about the next five, ten or twenty years. And I don’t think that’s really a personal failing, I’m sure many kids then were the same way. Hell, they’re probably the same way today, though most kids I meet seem far more driven than I recall any of us; The driven ones were the few. After all, a friend from those days pointed out to me one time on Facebook that of all of us, only one actually managed to get into a field remotely similar to what she had wanted to do back in high school. The rest of us moved from thing to thing, eventually settling either far from where we wanted, or just far from where we planned. But that’s the tricky thing, I didn’t plan. I desired, I just didn’t do what it took to become the very thing I wanted to be. I see that all so clearly now, and were I able to tell my past self anything, it would be to stop just crashing through life counting on the whims of the universe and actually make a freaking plan! I always wanted to be a writer, yet I did virtually nothing to make that happen. I didn’t read half as much as I should have, I didn’t write as often as I could have, and I never sought any sort of mentorship. Instead, I moved from one love to another and eventually got myself so mired in the musical muck that I lost sight of everything else I ever loved or was good at. And where did that music get me? It’s currently a saxophone collecting dust under the stairs and a Bachelor or Fine Arts degree that does oh so much for me when I’m dispatching ambulances! But I suppose I’ve digressed far from any point and this has just turned into another mid-30s whine fest.
So, let’s leave that stuff behind.
Instead, let’s deal with the here and now. On Friday Carolyn goes away for the weekend, leaving me on single daddy duty. I’ve got plans to weed the backyard while the kids are occupied on Friday, and then I’m trying to figure what we’ll do other than that. I’m thinking a trip to the park will probably be in order, to try and get those kids to burn off some energy. Issue being that they’ll want me to play too, and I’m just not that fit. I really do need to lose the pounds. I don’t want to be one of those inactive dads that his kid is embarrassed to take a girlfriend home cause his dad is a frickin slob. I’d like to be one of those hot dads, or at the very least a fit dad that can still walk up the stairs without getting winded.
So the plan is Friday – pull weeds in the backyard and get the ground covering fabric in place to prevent further weed infestation. The weekend is pure daddy and kiddie time. No projects, no job, just hanging with my boys and maybe getting a little me time when they go to bed (by me time I mean blog, play video games, and maybe complete the site redesign I keep talking about. Though I guess I should come up with a plan for the site design before I commit to that project. Not to mention I need to get writing!).
Monday will bring the start of the swing set construction. It’s one of those wood deals with an elevated play place, slide and swings. This thing will probably require an engineering degree, so I figure it will take me at least two days to complete. The rest of my time off will probably be split between house work and writing. But I’m laying odds it will be weighed heavily in the housework’s favour! Maybe somewhere in there I’ll pick up an overtime shift, though I doubt it. As much as we need the extra money, I’m just so much more motivated to get the jobs around here done.
The way I see things, I can’t use all my vacation in the summer. With Carolyn going to school in September, I need to keep that time in case of scheduling conflicts with child care. So I don’t want to spend any of my time in the summer with the family blowing it on house related jobs I could be doing now. Though I don’t think we’re going to get the outside painting done in the next week. I’m ambitious, but not unrealistic
On a completely different note, I really want to see the new Star Trek flick again. I thought it was totally awesome and it did what I thought impossible; it made Star Trek cool!! My eldest was watching Family Channel tonight and they had a little segment on the movie. It just made me want to pack everyone up and head for the theatre! I totally love the scene between Kirk and Pike in the bar when Pike says “Your father captained a starship for 12 minutes and saved 800 lives. I challenge you to do better.” It’s just such a great line and totally sets the stage for the following acts. Anyone looking to do reboots or prequels, watch this film again and again. This one should be the text book for those type of flicks. I have serious doubts that Terminator Salvation will manage to do the job as well.
So that’s it for today. Back again in the next few I’m sure. Until then….