sounds familiar Musing on the present. Reminiscing about the past. Posturing for the future.

whatever it is we do on a regular basis

A nice long week in Oregon, away from the hustle and bustle of whatever it is we do on a "regular basis."

We had a great Thanksgiving.  Spent some much-needed time with family.  Grammy and Grandpa watched Cohen one afternoon while Sharaun and I took Keaton to see the new Disney movie Tangled (which, by the way, I truly enjoyed), and then watched both kids another evening so Sharaun and I could have a nice dinner together.  We needed some time off as a couple I think, I it just reminded me that we have to make time for that more often.  We grabbed some Thai food and bummed around the mall for an hour or so... the kind of "old people" date we've come to accept as what we now enjoy more than $12 cocktails, barstools, and thumping bass.  As we trod the aisles of the Hot Topic, lamenting the capitalistic misappropriation of our youth, we happily agreed that we are now "parents" and are fine with it.  Old-people dates: best enjoyed tepid.

I thought today about how the year is already almost over.  Over!  I sometimes don't understand how time moves so quickly.  Next week I have a mandatory all-day training that lasts three days.  That'll kill the week.  Two weeks after that and we're off to Florida to ring in the new year for another couple weeks.  I'll be a blur, like it always is, and then it'll be next year and we'll be racing to Keaton's birthday and all the other markers that we measure.  I sometimes think I "conceptualize" the passing of time in the wrong ways.  It almost feels like I think about time "in between" these milestones, and sometimes miss what's happening day-to-day in between.  I'm always thinking about what happened "between" this thing and that thing... I want to start thinking about how long each day itself is - what we can do with the time that's right on top of us.

Goodnight.

Happy Thanksgiving

Mmmmm, gravy...

cold turkey

It's 18° in Oregon and I've been cozied-up on the couch at my folks' place since Monday night.

I had to work yesterday and today, and since a good portion of folks are already on vacation I found myself busier than I expected for what was supposed to be a couple of "slow" holiday workdays.  I found myself feeling guilty, which is wrong, but I had this notion that these would be "easy" working-from-home days and I'd be spending time with family moreso than turning the millstone.  My fault really, if I'd really wanted a vacation I could've burned the days instead of trying to cheat them out.  Maybe today will be better.  Maybe it'll teach me the rest of my lesson.

We got in Monday night around 7pm after a little more than an hour of flight delay.  None of us were groped, scanned, or otherwise molested by the TSA - security was as it's always been and altogether uneventful.  My mom had a late dinner prepared and waiting for us, which was much appreciated.  Keaton, being excited to finally be at Grammy & Grandpa's place, was granted a "stay up late" night and got to play until around 10pm.  At about 9:30pm she peeked out the front door and announced that it was "snowing hard."  Already in her pajamas, she ran to get her shoes and jacket and we both went out into the driveway (me in shorts, an undershirt, and slippers) to make prints in the newly fallen snow.  She really likes that less-than-an-inch of snow.

I've got my sights set on Thursday for some turkey, beer, and football.  Brother's coming over with his wife and the new niece we've yet to meet and I'm anticipating an incredibly lazy day spent reading, continually nibbling, and hanging out.

Goodnight.