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When parenting takes precedence…

May 9th, 2008 · No Comments

In case my dwindling loyal reader base is wondering what I’ve been up to —

I don’t offer it up as an excuse for not writing, for I am much more concerned with the well being of my family than the well being of my blog, which can become healthy once again at any moment. 

Grooved to Citizen Cope at Center Stage March 6.  Now that ”Let the Drummer Kick” is in a Pontiac commercial (and Hem’s “The Part Where You Let Go” is the Liberty Mutual theme), I’m wondering what’s up…Mellencamp’s “This is Our Country” is Chevy’s anthem….what’s wrong with me?  I must only like artists whose music helps sell something else.

Easter in Cincy - It seemed far too early (March 23).  However, Miles and I discovered a great place to skate.  Next time we’ll bring our rollerblades and play roller hockey as well.  Guess we’ll have to buy some sticks there though, as I’m not into checking them through baggage, and although they’re not specifically banned as carry-ons, I think they’d fall under the “clublike items” umbrella.

Drafted my McCup team, the annual fantasy NHL playoff contest among the male cousins on my mom’s side.  I’ve been leading every day since the first week of April, but it looks like I will soon be overtaken, without any representatives from the PIT-PHI series.  Oh well, I still have a few weeks to admire it on my mantle before shipping it back to some smog-laden place in the northeast.

Spent 6th wedding anniversary (April 12-13) at this North GA cabin, which is brand new and cute.  Caught two wild rainbows right outside the back door, one 13″ and the other 15″.  No pictures, I dumbly left the camera’s memory card in the computer at home (But Laura was there to see it).  Oh, and it was a great relaxing weekend, even if it started out trying to find an unmarked cabin in the mud, dark, and rain of a Friday night outside Ellijay, with a wife who hasn’t even seen Deliverance from beginning to end.

Purchased a used SUV on Earth Day.  I’m going to hell.  At least I rode public transit to get there…if you can call C-Tran public transit.  It’s a far cry from the Gwinnett County Transit experience, kind of like MARTA strung out on meth.

Went to Bruce Springsteen at Philips Arena April 25.  That’s one show everyone should see at least once.  I lost my shorts as a ticket seller, next time I’ll just show up outside and buy before hand for about 15% of face value.  Though I’ve been lukewarm most of my life toward the Boss, he was excellent, and rocket for 150 minutes without so much as a water break.  Clarence Clemons did not look so good though, I’d be very surprised if he toured beyond this summer.

Euthanized our beloved MacKenzie (1994-2008), whose limited mobility had begun to affect her favorite pastime…eating.  Her last meal was fittingly a Kleenex tissue in Dr. Fowler’s office at Inman Animal Hospital.  They are angels over there.  As they are at Rex and Roxy’s in Decatur, who had all of the employees write a very sweet note.  Euthanasia means “good death,” and I’m fortunate to not be battling thoughts of doubt or regret.  She nearly reached 14, the magic age mentioned by Kipling.

Baptised 11 month old son Quinn in Richmond, VA.  Fun to see family, not so fun to have to come back to reality so quickly.

Booked summer reunion travel to Chicago.  Used Northwest WorldPerks on Delta airlines.  Don’t know if that’s only now allowed because of the merger of the two airlines, but was glad to be able to use them…it’s never easy to do.  I’ll miss the Northwest brand, I always liked them better than Delta, and the fact that they fly all over Alaska made those WorldPerks seem more valuable.  Now I just have to figure out how not to end up upside down on the Cubs field box seats I bought and don’t plan on using.

Now back to my life…which is bachin’ with the boys this weekend while Laura reunites with old friends down in Tybee.  And trying not to let the “government” in Myanmar and “president” of Zimbabwe keep me from thinking the world is going to hell in a handbasket, and it won’t have anything to do with Al Gore or his cause.

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