Today is June 6th. Many people think of this as the anniversary of D Day, the day in WWII the allies stormed the beaches of Europe in 1944. In truth, one of the most important days of the last century.
Today, being Saturday, is frequently errand day. The Manchild was dropped off at the Smash (video game) tournament at UW, Michelle was out getting her hair did, and I decided to get the grocery shopping done.
On these weekend days when I errand alone, I like to listen to NPR. The weekend programming is a welcome respite from politics, bad news and dumb people we hear about all week.
Today, they were discussing stories told by kids of things that happened to them simply in the course of being a kid. This started me thinking of all the stuff that I did when I was younger, and wondering how my mom survived, not just with me, but with 5 of us!
Every other Sunday or so, in addition to watching a new episode of The Walking Dead on AMC, I also get to take the Manchild home from his weekend with us. Over the years, certain traditions have developed. He get’s to DJ the radio, he likes to check out cool cars (and cute girls in cars) and we talk for the entire trip.
The talks can revolve around video games, school work, The Walking Dead or whatever pops into our heads. This week, after passing people playing soccer in the rain, we started talking about the sports he has been involved with over the years. Continue reading “Its the doing that matters.”→
Folks I am a lot of things, some good some not so much. I am a helluva trainer, my students not only learn, they succeed and they have a great time doing it. I am NOT a fashionable dresser. Shorts and T-Shirts are and should be acceptable for any occasion, including work, weddings and funerals. I have been told lately (well for almost 5 years) I am a good hubby, and I try, plus I am the role model for my 4 siblings. I am NOT a good singer, but I am not afraid to bellow out a song.
So, I KNOW this may come as a shock to many of you, but did you know that not everyone 100% agrees with me or my views? I can hear the collective “GASPS” and “To HELL you says” being uttered as you read this!
So, I thought I’d share with you all what I would want for the Mathmajor and Manchild. Why? Well cuz its my blog, and it sounded like fun, AND I’m going to be interested in what people think. It won’t change my mind, but it will be interesting. Continue reading “If’n I could choose”→
Recently, I have seen a couple of things that got me thinking about myself. The first came from one of my oldest friends, Jim Devitt, who quoted Jimmy Buffett “I’m growing older, but not up–My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck.” Yep, just cuz there are more and more candles on your cake does NOT mean you have to become an old fogey.
Then, Joe Kurmaskie today posted a quote from an author he has read, Joe Hill, “When you replace imagination with resignation you give up your childhood.”
Now this may surprise you, or even come as a shock, but I have not always been the urban sophisticate, man about town you see (or at least read) before you here today.
I was thinking about this during my lunch walk, which takes me into and around downtown Seattle. My route takes me by many different little microcosms of the city. There is the homeless (or at least wayward) youth shelter. Passing that there is always a herd of kids on the corner talking, cussing and flipping each other crap, I saw a lady today scurry by them quickly holding her purse dearly. They’ve never bugged me, so I tend to ignore them.
Then there is the Greyhound bus station. Damn you NEVER know what you will see there. Riding the dog should only be done by college kids. The people who hang around there quite frequently don’t look like they are all there… And some look like something out of the Walking Dead. But then if I was riding the bus again, neither would I.
Then I hit the shopping and restaurant district. Here the ladies are dressed to the 9’s, business skirts, serious heels, and just daring someone to get in their way. Then back past the gay bars, 24 hour fitness, 6 different Starbucks, and then yuppieville, and finally REI, and back to work.
The whole time I am dodging panhandlers, bad drivers, worse cyclists and myriad of weird-looking stuff on the sidewalk. (Both animate and inanimate objects) I take it all in stride, and most days don’t even notice these things.
But, as I said, it wasn’t always this way. I remember my first real trip to Seattle. Now as a kid we’d go to Seattle Center and ride the rides. But otherwise I was raised on Army Bases, and went to college in a one horse town called Pullman. Basically, I was sheltered….
Well in 1987 (I believe) we all decided to go to Seattle to have a few beers and dance. (Yes with enough beer I danced back then, not well, but danced.) Somehow we decided on going to Doc Maynards. A very old bar, in one of the oldest parts of Seattle, Pioneer Square.
Well Trish and I parked and started walking to the bar. It was already dark, and not 3 ft from the car, I met my first panhandler. Here was some guy, in the dark, kinda scary looking, asking me for money! Trish got me past that, and we got in line at the bar. (I was a bit wigged out)
While standing in line, I looked around, just in time to see to HUGE rats run across the walk not 5 feet in front of us! HUGE!! RATS!!! I’d never seen a rat outside a lab in college….
Yes, I lost it!! “Where the HELL are we, there’s rats and people asking me for money, its dark and there’s rats!!!” This was NOT my proudest moment!!
Now had this happened now, there would be 3 Starbucks within spittin distance. Back then, NOT so much! This was BC! (Before Coffee in Seattle!) Luckily though, there was a place across the street that was open, can’t remember what it was. But Trish got me there, it had light, she got me coffee and calmed me down. (Looking back, feel kinda sorry for her having to deal with the meltdown! Thanks Trish!!)
After a couple cups and a cookie, I was in some control, then our friends started showing up. We went back across the street, I ignored the rodents and the panhandlers, and concentrated on the door! Once inside, I made a beeline for the bar, and after a couple beers, life was good again!
Yes, my first real experience in Seattle did NOT start well, but by the end, all was fine, and we went back there MANY times!
Nowadays, its hard for me to believe I was “meltdown boy” but then again, it just goes to show how much we actually change as we “grow up”. What scared the spit out me then, is common place now.I have walked through downtown at all hours, no worries at all. I still hate rats, and not partial to people asking me for money, but now its the norm and I just go about my business like nothing ever happened.
But sometimes, I have to smile and laugh at the naive kid who never saw the city in the dark….