And so, it begins

If you know what this week means, you understand the headline. If not, you will soon enough.

We joined the pool this weekend and spent a good afternoon there on Saturday. I didn’t need more sun exposure this weekend so we did traditional Sunday afternoon naps.

As it is written.

I can’t remember the last time we had a pool membership. I think it was when the yougest was still in middle school. He just finished his junior year at college.

But, we’ve all worked off and on at the amusement park since that time where there’s a handy waterpark. Plus up until about three years ago, we were spending a solid week in August at the beach.

Choices.

My wife commented on the music playing at the pool. It was the local classic rock station.

I was reminded of my younger years growing up where I was at the pool every day of the summer. I’d be there when the doors open and, most days, would stay until the doors were locked.

We didn’t have a local radio station playing classic rock. In fact, in those days, it was just rock. The concession stand would put on a stack of 45s and we’d go from there.

I was going to write more, but news yesterday has me feeling a little sad today.

Quinn, the porcine inspiration for the CAT and PIG series, passed away peacefully in his sleep Saturday night. It hurts just a little bit that I never got to meet him in person.

Thanks Quinn, for the inspiration, for the laughs, for the memories.

That’ll do pig.

You can read about the special friendship of Quinn and his cat Herbie in my children’s books, linked below.


 

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Nowhere Else to Go?

Every Friday (almost) since January 5, I’ve written about my travels. The first three months were covering the Old Man Bucket List Road Trip (™) that my best friend and I took to the Grand Canyon last summer.

Last week, I talked about the places I want to go.

But what about now?

I mean, right now. This week. Today.

In the climactic scene from An Officer and a Gentleman Louis Gossett, Jr. (Drill Sergeant Foley) is pushing Richard Gere (Zack Mayo) to his limits forcing him to do endless pushups.

Foley asks “why don’t you just quit?”

At the end of himself, Mayo screams “I got nowhere else to go!”

Last week I wrote Now Where Are We Going?

And, since I’m not traveling this week, nor next week…I feel a little like Zack Mayo.

I got nowhere else to go.

That’s not exactly true. I’m going lots of places. Just not right now.

In current events, while I no longer blog about politics, when it comes to the November ballot, at least at the top, I really do got nowhere to go.

You saw the news about yesterdays’ verdicts. Depending on which side you were already on, this either sinks him or makes him win in a landslide. Draw your own conclusion.

But, in a country as big as this, how did we get it narrowed down to these two choices?

Whatever we get in November, we’re going to deserve it. If only we could have a do over.

And that’s enough of that.

We’re here at the end of May, five months in.

How are you doing with those goals or resolutions?

We’re too far along to fix the elections…well, unless you think they’re already fixed, but that’s a different story.

But with our own goals and plans, tomorrow starts a new month.

We can dust ourselves off and start all over.

I’m starting at the pool.

See you there.

 

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