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Posts from July 2014


My own personal time machine....

As I was humming along on the lawn mower the other evening a realization suddenly occurred to me… I love cutting the grass.

As a teenager I used the family mower as my primary means of income, and as a supplement to it for several years after that as well. When I circle the lawn these days that old familiar vibration from the whirling blades is like a sort of time machine, and in my mind (for a brief moment) I'm back in high school on my summer break working for gas money, or home from college putting a fresh cut on the grass for some extra beer bucks, or maybe just doing what my mom no longer could in her later years... it's amazing what places that mower can take me in my imagination.

Maybe it's the accumulation of hours spent making laps in most of the neighborhood lawns, or the familiar and welcome smell of fresh cut grass combined with the exhaust of a Tecumseh engine, or possibly it's the gentle roll of the mowers tires upon a well fertilized field of green that is so inspiring to me… who knows, who cares, whatever it is I love it!

Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't choose it as a career change, but I do completely enjoy the simple pleasure of making the lawn look like a golf course every week… almost as much as I enjoy the beer that awaits me when I've returned the mower to its spot between our cars in the garage.

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Tell me how the summer went... I'm going to miss it again.

It's an amazing thing: when you have extra time you have no money, and when you have no time you have extra money! Oh boy, is that me!

I guess I shouldn't complain… I have a successful business, I love what I do, I make enough money to afford an amazing lifestyle, and I am grateful for all of those things, but I just wish that I could slow it all down a bit these days.

I look forward to the summer months with an adoration bordering on idol worship, yet in my line of work, when they arrive I begin a schedule that allows me nearly no time to enjoy the warm NEPA summer weather at all. My grueling 6 to 7 day work weeks come at a heavy price too: I rarely rest, when I do it's abbreviated, and I miss my family terribly.

Yeah, I make a sizable amount of money (that's usually spent by the following April) but the world spins another direction from where my attention is focused during the 5-6 month time frame that I'm talking about.

I usually begin to lighten up with commitments around the beginning of November, which as you know, begins the slow decent into winter, and thus the ugly side of the cycle begins again.

Sadly, we need the money I'm making to do the things we've planned for our future more than I need an extra nap, and that requires work, so I suppose that I have to come to terms with the fact that I will wake up at the end of this glorious summer span and once again realize that I have worked my way through all of it.

Sigh.
 
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Who knew that I would learn from a five year old?

I need to make a confession… I never wanted to be involved with a woman who had kids (or one kid) at all.

There I said it. It's not that I didn't try a few times to date a mother of one (or two+) but it always ended badly, or maybe never started at all. I lived most of my life like a member of the Seinfeld cast… too picky, and if there were even the slightest reason to abandon a relationship (or even begin one at all) I would take full advantage of that exit sign and bolt.

I remember being 3 minutes into a first date when a woman asked "So, do you like kids"… then confessed that she had five. Ladies a word of advice: Don't do this! Let us decide if we like you (and you decide if you like us) then drop the bomb and we all can decide on taking the next step together, okay? Okay.

I also remember the girl that insisted that I meet her son for the first time at the mall (why, I'm not sure) and he showed up with a kiddie police helmet that had a flashing light and siren on it. As we walked the mall, for the next thirty minutes I wasn't sure if I were on a date or under arrest!

Then was the closest call of them all… I'd met a very beautiful friend of a friend, who had a young son, and was moving to Vegas. She knew I was intimidated by even the thought of kids, and told me that if I wanted to her to stay in PA., and if I wanted to have a relationship with her, I'd have to be equally involved with her son (good move). When I turned her request to meet him down, I instantly realized that I wasn't ready for that big of a step, and apparently I was not wanting her in my life enough to take it.

That all changed (not at once mind you) when I met Erika and she introduced me to Piper. I started learning a new life and a new way to look at life as well. Yeah, I fought hard at first to avoid the idea that I was falling for a 2 year old, but like it or not it was happening, and there was little I could do about it.

Now, let's be honest, kids are a full- time commitment and bring with them a HUGE change in the way that a single guy with no kids has to live his life.
Your schedule and freedom are compromised.
Your patience and ego are tested.
Your budget and sleep schedule are busted, completely…
and somehow it all makes sense, when you have the love a child.

I have found my soul mate in Erika, but I have also met the love of my life at the same time… she is five years old, a fussy eater, and can throw a wicked tantrum without a word of warning, but she has taught me how to be a person I never knew I could be, and she makes me better just by being in my life, every day.
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