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May 13, 2008 It seems like a lot of blogging folks recently or are about to start a family. Now, when I read about couples who are undergoing what we went through
almost 15 years ago, I sigh a big relief that we are over that hump. I guess that is why I marvel that
these guys are still having kids. Sure they’re a few years younger than us, but for goodness sakes, they need to stop procreating!
Gosh, those early years were enough to make me pschizophrenic. Now that I’m in my 40s, enduring the toddler phase seems an impossible task. Today, there is no way I could drive my car, feed the kids, and change a baby all at the same time.
Pregnancy hormones really make a woman the ultimate multi-tasker. I give a lot of credit to those of you having kids in your late 30s or early 40s.
It’s a long, rough ride ahead, that’s definitely worth it of course, but having youth on your side makes it a lot smoother.
May 10, 2008 Nicole, Ray and I had to endure another all-day swim meet
(Rob lucked out with only babysitting duties). Up at 6 a.m., sit for 8 hours in the searing sun to watch approximately 15 minutes of my kids' swimming,
and then back at home by 4 p.m. I know I should stop complaining but, after all, this is my website and it makes me feel better to vent.
We finally received a notice from the Clerk of the Court earlier this week. Our stay at this pre-foreclosure property is nearing its end. The hearing is set for May 29th at 1:30 p.m. We'll be in attendance, of course,
to try and talk to the lender in order to buy more time. We
waffle back and forth about making a low-ball cash offer but
as time ticks on, that doesn't seem to fit in our plans. Our
current situation is so sticky right now because the last
thing we want to do is uproot our kids but everything seems
to be saying,
"Go west, young man." At least, that is what
the headhunters are telling Rob except for the "young" part.
May 7, 2008 Every morning this week we've been walking through the neighborhood of Hyde Park.
But instead of strolling through the sidewalks we've decided
to meander through the back alleys. It's been quite a
dichotomy, really, to see unkempt pathways littered with
dilapidated detached structures behind Hyde Park's
McMansions. The conditions we've come across behind these
pristine facades kind of surprises us. These alleys remind us of
the streets on Key West, the Grove and Bimini (pre-1990s, of
course): everything
is overgrown, roads are crooked or unpaved (and too narrow
for today's SUVs), and there are cats everywhere. I have to
admit, the views evoke memories of days of yore. I guess we're
experiencing nostalgia.
I've been in the saddle for 6 days in a row. Knowing I don't
have to be makes for an awfully nice bike ride. Life is
good.
May 5, 2008
Deep…
Darkness descending
Along the miles I walked
In the distance, I can still feel the sea
If I were to stop moving
Stand still, just listening
I could hear the waves
As the sun falls below the horizon
Into the waters
Extinguished
Indistinguishable from the other stars in the sky
Everything takes on the same glaze
Shadows dance, shadows play
Along the miles I found myself traveling
I turn to see the moon rise
And I am drawn
To where I began
Silver essence flowing
Smell the change on the sea
Smell the darkness that opens the pores
And creates inspiration
It was too hot today…
It was too much like every other day
At least at night
There are no expectations
There are only invitations
To breathe, to blend, to bleed
To descend, to deepen, to dream
I will return to the sea
To find what I have left behind
Because it became too heavy with the sun
The poem above embodies the current feeling Rob and I share about triathlons. We've been
traveling the same path for awhile now and racing has become
"too heavy." Maybe our blasé attitude is a result of the
early arrival of Florida's summer; maybe we both have ADD;
or, maybe it's the stinkin' outrageous entry fees!
Ugh.
Although we still enjoy hopping on our bikes
together—feeling our hearts pumping, the wind rushing
through our faces, and talking about our retirement years,
I think we're both yearning for a change. Following
the same training schedules, enduring the same routes, and racing the same races
have become totally mundane. Most importantly, as our kids
continue to grow into mini-adults,
following a training log every day, while also trying
to spend time with them, makes us feel like we're breaking
one of the ten commandments.
Anyway, maybe if we both "just stood still and listened to
the waves" our ennui would be eased. If not, we may be
looking for an environment that will reenergize our healthy
lifestyle.
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