I’ve been quiet lately. I didn’t get any hiking done this winter. I’ve been running, but not really feeling like talking about it. I figured that it was time to spruce things up and start blogging again. What better way to get things started than to review the new subscription box that I’m getting from Cairn!
Category Archives: general
Small Disappointments
I have a lot of things that I want to do this year. I want to do something with my writing. I want to run more. I want to spend more time building cool things out of Lego. There are other goals, but these are the three that I am most frustrated about right now. It may still be January, but I’m feeling like a bit of a failure on these three fronts.
Blogging
I’ve always enjoyed blogging, one of my few outlets for exhibitionism. I’ve had all sorts of blogs over the years. They’ve always been fairly personal, though I did keep an anonymous blog once. I’ve run ads on a few, but I’ve never made a dime. So I ask myself, “why do I do it?”
One
I’ve been thinking a bit about kids this week. The reason is evident in my afternoons: I’ve been taking care of a couple of extra kids. Suddenly I find myself the ‘father’ of 3 and let me tell you, it is a lot of extra work. It may only be a couple hours a day, but those hours seem to generate an unending pile of dirty dishes and empty my pantry of all the snackables. As lovely as these two extra girls are, they leave me quite sure that one is enough.
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Parenting
I was in the grocery store the other day. I was buying a few things and getting lunch, enjoying the freedom of being on my own while the boy is in school, when it hit me: my kid is kind of great and I’m a pretty okay parent. I should probably back up a little and explain how I got to that conclusion, so I will start with a screaming child. Not just a child who screams, but a child in the midst of a full-blown nuclear armageddon melt down screaming fit.
Runner
Sometimes life takes you places you’d never expect. Suddenly you are walking the apocalyptic aisles of a rural Target, and you just have to wonder at the strange series of seemingly unconnected choices that lead you there. For me, the strange journey has brought me to the foreign shore of running.