It Takes a Licking and Keeps On Ticking

Yes, Mr. and Mrs. America, I am still here and trying to wade through the muck. It’s been awhile, and I realize that if one is going to blog, regular posts are mandatory. The only thing that’s holding me back is the fact I don’t have high speed internet. It’s amazing how dependent you become on technology. Well, thanks to my roommate with dial-up, I am able to crank out this post. Yes, it’s painfully slow, but it gets the job done.

Okay, for those of you keeping score at home, the divorce is in limbo. I am adjustng to the new lifestyle of being on my own, but sometimes it’s hard. The hardest thing to adjust to is the fact that there’s no one I can hold when I’m feeling low. Sometimes you just need someone to hug. The relationship with my kids is up and down, especially with my daughter. She needs to talk with a professional because she is one pissed off teenager. Lately, her work schedule and school schedule interfere with my available time to see her. I guess her boyfriend is higher on the social chain than I am. My son is playing freshman football and I am not able to see his games, due to the fact my second job and his games coincide. That sucks big time. I have been trying to watch his practices after I leave work. He has noticed me sitting on the hill overlooking the field, and has told me that it makes him feel good to see me there. Then there’s the soon-to-be-ex-wife. I still can’t understand how someone, who has invalidated me on several levels by asking for this divorce, still has this cheery tone in her voice when she speaks with me on the phone. It’s still difficult to be in the same room with her, and even more difficult to put on a glad face in front of the kids.

So, there you have it. The daily grind get me down sometimes, but I look forward to the good days. The warm sun of autumn in New England feels good coming through the windshield as I drive through the country, or a cool night that makes for good sleeping. I played golf today and being outdoors with the colors just beginning to turn out was a magical experience. It’s the tailend of fair season, when I like to watch oxen pulls while eating a blooming onion, and eating home cooking at the local church’s makeshift restaurant. It’s the best time of the year.