it's sunny today and that's a good thing. the boybarians have already been outside playing basketball. we'll tie up a few loose ends school-wise later in the day and perhaps go for a walk if the weather holds.
it's family movie night, too. tonight it's wingman's pick and quel surprise! we're watching some version of star wars! as far as wingman is concerned if it isn't one of the many star wars movies, or one of the many indiana jones movies, it's not worthy.
at least he's consistent.
and when it's the duke's turn we watch a miyazaki movie. (howl's moving castle, kiki's delivery service, etc) which we all enjoy. except that we've seen them all a million times it seems and i am getting a bit tired of anything animated.
or anything with swords. or light sabers. or men in flowing robes and really bad long haired wigs and even worse accents.
part of me cannot wait until they are both old enough for us all to watch something like wordy and quirky and interesting to me like juno or little miss sunshine or napoleon dynamite, etc. the other part of me cannot believe i just typed that and is now going to go in and demand they stop growing right this instant and then spoon feed them their lunch.
but right now i'm just going to work on this cup of coffee and wonder how in the hell it got to be 10:48 already.
the duke is building a small wooden catapult and wingman is drawing a picture of a jeep, so we're not in a hurry to get anywhere anytime soon, i just wonder how the morning got so old. and how it got to be friday already. and how in the hell is is time for my 20th high school reunion already!!!
though the rest of the day hasn't happened yet i'll give you a bit of a screen capture of how it will likely go;
as you saw in the preview, i'll ponder over and slightly worry about my potential 20th high school reunion coming up. will someone organize something? or not? do i want them to? what will i wear? can i get a respectable profession going in like the next six months so i'll have some interesting job title to share?
i'll procrastinate about working out all day until i can't stand it anymore and then i'll just do it. or, i won't.
at 4 o'clock i'll wonder why the day is stretching out so long. isn't it bedtime somewhere?
the boybarians will bicker and bitch at each other like some old married couple at least twice but probably more. i will lose my shit at least once. i will wonder if it's too early for a glass of wine and the eject button.
by 6 o'clock we'll be brown leather knee high boots (on a man) into some light saber duel on the screen and i'll pretend to be interested. or i won't and i'll just doze off.
etc. etc. etc.
it's days like this that could just make us wonder why we get up in the morning. not that they're boring, but, well, predictable.
but then i think about days in the past that have been far worse, tragic, scary. days when you've gone to bed feeling crushed and then woken up feeling crushed and realized that it wasn't just a bad dream.
i think about days in the future that won't include a family movie night or trying to get kids to quit bickering or wondering if it's too early to put a kid to bed because the kids are too old or just gone.
it is true that the days are long but the years are short. time is moving too fast. even as this day will drag out, time will not. it really is the blink of an eye. blink. and then it's two years, five, ten in the future and it isn't today.
so i encourage you to fully enjoy your friday. enjoy this one day in all of its mundaneness, excitement, predictability, whatever. enjoy the fact that you are even in this day. where ever you are be where you are and find an appreciation in that.
beyond that just remember that this day is friday the 13th. so, you know, watch out for ladders across the sidewalk, falling pianos, anvils, and the like. look both ways before you cross the street and don't eat chicken sashimi or gas station tuna sandwiches. make sure you're wearing clean underwear and that you've got enough change in your pocket for a phone call. hope like hell you can even find a phone if you need one.
and by all means, whatever you do, just remember that you make your own luck. on friday the 13th or any day.
(but just in case, today i'd avoid doing any business on craigslist, men that call san francisco "frisco," anyone selling anything, pink drinks that look harmless, drunk dialing or drunk e-mailing or drunk facebooking or drunk twittering, getting naked for the sake of "art" especially if there's a camera involved, sushi buffets, potlucks, therapy, vegans who smoke, answering the phone without checking caller ID first, any idea hatched after 10 pm, border crossings, or anything that just seems too good to be true.)