Hope Springs Eternal...34 and Sunny

Well, I got some comp time today for work I did Sat., so I am home, and the kids haven't discovered that I'm writing, so I thought I'd squeak in a few lines.

So I'm walking to work today and I came across a great subject to write on and thought I should write it down when I get to work. Of course I didn't, and of course I can no longer remember what it was. It was going to be so good. You'll have to trust me on this one. I guess you'll have to live with me writing about what I was going to write about. Getting old-ish and forgetful is a pain.

Walking home with the kids today, Ben said he could smell springtime. So cute, so descriptive, so Ben. He said he was tired of smelling ice, which I didn't know had a smell. Apparently it does. Evidently the smell of winter isn't a wood burning stove, but rather, ice. Not a smell that's found in too many foods, but probably because it's so subtle.

Saturday was a GREAT day. I started out at the Men's Breakfast at Church, followed by a service project at the Milwaukee Rescue Mission (MRM). I was assigned with another guy to painting one of the Men's restrooms. Painting is so hypnotic for me. I don't especially like it, but it is relaxing in it's own way. It always feels so good to volunteer. I plan to do it at every Men's Breakfast opportunity as well as in-between. It's a great feeling of accomplishment for me.

After the service project, I went into work for 1.5 hours to do an upgrade which, hallelujah, went flawlessly. You never know what an "upgrade" will break or downgrade.

Then, that night we went to an old friend's house with another couple and had a great time. Old friends talking old times and yukking it up. How fun is that? A great ending to a great day. It would have been just an average day to me if I hadn't of followed my gut and went on the service project. I guess I need that feeling that I'm doing something positive in the community other than just sucking resources off the planet. (To put it a bit bluntly.)

Yoga has enabled me to get through this brutal winter. If I don't feel alert, I try a few stretches and then feel much better. I'm not in a class anymore, but am doing it at home in the AM. It's all about stregnth, flexibility and balance and is not just sitting in the lotus position and chanting. In fact it's not that at all. I figure if X-million Asian and Indian men can do it, that's enough for me. I'm comfortable enough with my masculinity to deal with it. If I take up synchronized dancing or flower arranging though, y'all have the right to intervene. I would hope you would.

Did I just say y'all? Hmmm...

Well, the paper is calling my name and I'm sure the dog is starting to either fashion his own catheter or trying to visualize desert landscapes, because I know the kids wouldn't have let him out on their own. Silly Dad.

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