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So Am I alive?

Some folks been asking. Yes, I am. Been Busy as all get out. Since OLPM arrived, I’ve dedicating most of my time to household projects that couldn’t be attended to while wrangling 2 small ones. Like chain-sawing, High Voltage wiring, and the like. I made great progress in the attic, and have just about finished the left hand side electrical and framing. Next is to frame in the ceiling/peaks, sheetrock the left hand wall and ceiling, and sheetrock the end walls. Anyway, most mornings I can be found working in the attic. And, that is when I used to blog. Afternoons are spent doing quick short projects that are outside or are quiet, so smallest child’s naps are not interrupted. Also work has been interesting – major leadership shakeup and a return to full time employment by yours truly. Coupled with those has been a “promotion” that comes with a title that Wile E. Coyote would wear with pride.

This past weekend, Moonspun And Running Professor graced our humble abode, and spent the night. I got to see them briefly in the evening, and then again in the AM. I congratulated Ms. Moonspun upon her successful race, and suggest you all do the same.

As for Psycho Momia, well, we have a great deal of our problems at least kept at bay. Part of the problem was a lack of communication – due in part to a lack of contact. We had both been run ragged by opposing work schedules, and were exhausted and frustrated.

In the last 48 hours, I have been the following: Dad, Husband, Son In Law, HVAC technician (stupid fucking boiler), electrician, carpenter, hospital visitor, chef, baker, computer help desk guru, parts runner, writer/scripter, graphic designer, web designer (2wice), conspiracy freak, patriot, dissenter.

2 years ago, during a discussion with a friend, I remarked that something was going to happen in September or October of 2008 that would throw the nation into panic. In my cynical mode, I predicted that the guv’ment would manufacture a crisis that would allow for and require “temporary” Martial Law – and postpone the upcoming election.
I still believe that – and for those of you who think I’m just a paranoid conspiracy freak – watch this:

Still feel that way?

…living in a material world….

I’ve been reflecting upon many things. Partially inspired by envy, greed, want, desire, and the rapid approach of the oncoming 40th. One thing I was thinking about is the lust for material, for physical goods, for more things. A friend of Psycho Momia’s was up visiting today. He had offered to help us with the ongoing bedroom project. What he had to say can wait for another post, though. Looking in his truck, I felt sudden dire tool lust. Later, I was thinking about it, and came to the conclusion (flawed or not), that I can do all the things that he had tools for with the tools I have – that I don’t really need or actually want a single task tool. Sure, it would make that one task easier, but for the other 98% of the time, it would sit and collect dust.

This whole thing led me down a path to where I realized the only material possession I have that is worth anything at all in the overall scheme of my life – is so small as to be insignificant to virtually anyone else. It is a small circle, made of tricolor gold, and rests upon the third finger of my left hand. As long as I have that, and what it stands for, I have everything I need.