For the first time in a while….. I just slept in and loafed today after taking my wife to the airport for her trip to Panama City. It was nice just sleeping as the thunderstorms rolled over the mini-Deer Creek ranch.
This is when I really miss Pauli. I need a dog. It’s been a year. I think maybe in two months….. I could possibly consider a dog. It’s a tough decision, you know, given the Stage 4 thing and all, but I’m feeling better about my outcome with every passing day.
My Mom and I are headed to Tulsa tomorrow to hang out with my two grandkids at a swimming get together at Elanie’s parents house. Robert is three. Aubrey is two. This will be the first time I’ve seen them swim together.
Robert is a pistol. Constant motion and chatter…just like his namesake, my father. Aubrey is the boss though. She has no problem whatsoever putting Robert in his place when he gets out of line.
He calls her, “Aubbie.” It’s adorable. But you put that kid on a soccer field in Washington Park in the midst of all the lit woke children of Denver…. and he becomes an assassin. He’s already on skates and skiis as well. He’s already been warned twice for checking in the little co-ed soccer league at Wash Park which is even more passive submissive extreme than the North Edmond Mother’s Rec Soccer League. He’ll be a marked pariah in no time.
Evidently, yesterday, after swimming all morning and doing other in constant motion things…Elaine tried to put both of the kids to sleep. Aubbie instantly fell asleep, but Robert popped right back up and said,”Mommy, I didn’t get my two hours of park time this morning. I need my park time.”
So…what are you are going to do? Elaine’s mom took Robert to the park and tried to wear him out. Jerome would love Robert. Just sayin’.
So for the first time in a while…I woke up sore this morning. I basically came out too strong and too fast on the terrain bike and wore myself down before even getting to the weight training part of my workout.
Earl admonished me for coming out too strong on the bike and preached to me about the art of proper breathing and pacing. Megan was nowhere to be seen.
With about thirty minutes left in my workout, Jerome comes over to me and says,”MJ, what’s the problem today? I’m not seeing that dog in you today.”
I shook my head and said, “I came out too fast on the bike. I’m dying. Plus, there’s no music playing in here today.”
He looked at me and said,”You’re right. I’ll go take care of that, and you need to get your ass in gear.”
A half minute later, he was back behind me saying, “Let’s go. Jerome needs to see that dog, MJ.”
So with Stevie Wonder blaring on the speakers…I finished strong.
So there, that’s my story and I’m sticking with it.
Have a nice Wednesday and always try to be kind to others in these tumultuous times.
MJ