It is too hot out so I decided to browse through my computer and clean it out when I came across my Blog. Like the portals of my mind, my Blog has grown stagnant and old articles, opinions and stories sit like moss on a damp log. It is time for a new entry.
Life is good. I am relatively healthy albeit a tad pudgy and what is with the white hair?! When I look into the mirror for my morning shave, I am still not convinced that the person staring back at me is actually me.
Photographs are an interesting means of nostalgia. I have looked back on the days when Brian, Jenna and Meghan were my little babies. Today, Brian has four girls, Jenna has a boy and girl and my baby, Meghan, is pregnant with her first child. While my Blog suffered writers malnutrition, Meghan married her high school sweetheart.
We had the good fortune to spend 5 weeks in Europe a few years ago. It was incredible to actually see the sites that until then were only photographs in a travel guide or history book. Rome, Italy, Ireland, France and England. We will be going back in 2014, but this time we will visit Eastern Europe.
I bought a 2005, Harley-Davidson, Road King Classic. Can't really call it a mid-life crisis at my age, but I just had the overwhelming urge to ride again. It felt good. It felt powerful. It felt natural. Been riding up and down PCH and enjoying the ocean view while keeping a wary eye out for people who like to turn left in front of motorcycles.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Just Some Thoughts
It seems ages since I've last written anything. I have been traveling and living life. My old car, which really wasn't all that old, finally upset me enough to get rid of it. I believe it was a lemon. So now I have a new car with hefty car payments, but at least it's running without any problems. Of course, now that I've written that, I've probably jinxed the car.
I spend my quiet moments thinking about my kids and whether or not I did an adequate job as a dad. I suppose it is only natural to wonder and I hope they remember the good times over the not so good times. They are established in their lives with careers and family. My youngest, Meghan, is getting married next month. I had dinner with her and Jonathan the other night and she mentioned that she has known him since 7th grade. Fate?
The grandkids are growing and enjoying the innocence of life.
I miss my siblings and hope all is well with them. I look forward to seeing everyone next month at the wedding.
As a final note, Ling (my other and certainly better half) is celebrating her birthday today. We will be going out for Tai food tonight and opening presents.
It looks like a beautiful day outside, so I think I will water the plants and then go golfing. I am below the Beginner Level, but hope to inch my way up as soon as I can hit the ball consistently...and I'm talking just at the driving range! Golf courses are so beautiful and I really enjoy being out, chasing that elusive little ball.
Until next time...
I spend my quiet moments thinking about my kids and whether or not I did an adequate job as a dad. I suppose it is only natural to wonder and I hope they remember the good times over the not so good times. They are established in their lives with careers and family. My youngest, Meghan, is getting married next month. I had dinner with her and Jonathan the other night and she mentioned that she has known him since 7th grade. Fate?
The grandkids are growing and enjoying the innocence of life.
I miss my siblings and hope all is well with them. I look forward to seeing everyone next month at the wedding.
As a final note, Ling (my other and certainly better half) is celebrating her birthday today. We will be going out for Tai food tonight and opening presents.
It looks like a beautiful day outside, so I think I will water the plants and then go golfing. I am below the Beginner Level, but hope to inch my way up as soon as I can hit the ball consistently...and I'm talking just at the driving range! Golf courses are so beautiful and I really enjoy being out, chasing that elusive little ball.
Until next time...
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